Pounds (feat. DJ Mack)

Said its the Tyler link chronicle Put em' in the hospital Seems to be unstoppable Im rapping philosophical My flow phenomenal And thoughts be far from logical Im diving in the shallow end and acting irresponsible I got a group of people coming at me with a fuckin' pitchfork So what you been a bitch for? Dealing with the pressure Dodging the aggressor Moving' with the weather, that's the way that I do And I do it better Man, I'm killing all these rappers They should call me soul collector I been ruffling the feathers And its polo on the sweater The rapping that is happening is super-sonic speed The cappin' that I'm hearing man, its hard to believe Its not all what it seem so start makin' your cheese bitch You not with the team and you not what a G is I picked up the pieces, started praying to Jesus God damn, I'm genius Talkin' the realness Possessing the street And if we talking the pre-tense, I been rhyming since grade six Causing the conflict, boy I been on the offence Coming at me is nonsense It ain't even a contest, no This the type of shit to make em' go and get up and shout And start running around, and start moving the pounds And I ain't fuckin' around And if you runnin' your mouth Your six feet in the ground This the shit I'm about This the type of shit to make em' go and get up and shout And start running around, and start moving the pounds And I ain't fuckin' around And if you runnin' your mouth Your six feet in the ground This the shit I'm about And I ain't do it for clout I'm getting faded throughout So get your money and count I get my money and bounce And them I'm smoking an ounce While I'm rocking' the crown The kings chilling in town I got your bitch going down Every bar is profound I got the compound surrounded It ain't hard to move mountains when you climbing a thousand Boy the flow is astounding, should have heard how it sounded Yeah Said this the Nostradamus ideology Lasagna-eating, what's the beef? My rhymes will do you fuckin' dirty like the toilet seat Suck a D, bitch I'm getting money like monopoly Wont show you what my recipe is, I'm where mythology lives Tyler stealin' your rims, this is pioneer shit I got the back in the whip These rappers making me sick These rappers all on my dick My plug serve for a shrink and we don't fuck with your clique You shoot your shot and you miss This the type of shit to make em' go and get up and shout And start running around, and start moving the pounds And I ain't fuckin' around And if you runnin' your mouth Your six feet in the ground This the shit I'm about This the type of shit to make em' go and get up and shout And start running around, and start moving the pounds And I ain't fuckin' around And if you runnin' your mouth Your six feet in the ground This the shit I'm about So get your money and count And take my name out your mouth What comes around will go around I got a squad full of hounds And bitch we doin' the rounds The more I spit, the doper it sounds Spinning on the merry-go-round Told my girl to stay awhile cause' she be holding me down And everything be looking perfect, I be coming around And its a scary thing to see that they be stealing' my style But that's the way that it go Before they even fuckin' ask me, I be telling 'em no While I'm puffing my smoke Put myself on the road They be like where did he go? Yeah I guess that nobody know