Pound 4 Pound
Yeah
Aye aye woah woah... Mikey
Okay now look ima get it in mami what it sound like
Rollin up a clip I ain't talking bout a sound bite
Think I left the block man that shit don't even sound right
Said you niggas dope got me going pound for pound like
Look
(You) know the game shoot the spot up for a fortnight
Got me going off like like it's morning with the porch lights
Always dressed in black be too icy when I sport white
All my idols gone lord I pray hold the torch right
Shit
Can't conform to half the rules but half my money still legit
Nowadays ain't no excuses you could just say you a simp
Say my head be full of gas float through clouds like Ima blimp
I be fumbling through my bag that's why they call ya boy a trip
I been down about some funds, and I been down about a bitch
Told me get it on my own so lonely moneys what I get
Got me tired of gettin throwed so now I'm working on the pitch
Gained arthritis from the cold but Florida niggas work the wrist (shit)
(Yeah, yeah)
Watch me control ha yeah
Different color money out the box like it's Crayola yeah
Know you wanna love me sorry baby can't console you yeah
Bank$y bought the whip it I'm gone drive it like it's stolen yeah
(Stolen yeah)
(Aye aye aye oh woah
Crazy what we did wit just a quarter P of pro "I talked to God like if I quit
Is you gone bless me wit some mo?"
Okay now look ima get it in mami what it sound like
Rolling up a clip I ain't talking bout a sound bite
Think I left the block man that shit don't even sound right
Say you niggas dope got me going pound for pound like
And it's amazing what I did with just a quarter P of 'dro
I talked to God like "if I quit, is you gone bless me with some mo"
I put my pride into this shit, I put my stress into the bowl
I left my love inside that crib right off of Chamblee Tucker Road (Whoa)
So just tell me how you feel, Ima tell ya how I feel
I been in and out the city, everybody wanna chill
Some my niggas got me vexed, and some my niggas kept it real
Couple shorties still entitled, feel a way, but got no title
I been moving Supersonic, got away from suicidal
We just kept it true to self, these niggas praying they go viral
I was sliding in the Sable, shout my brother FOR providing
I just copped that 3.7 Liter, roar like Leonidas (vroom!)
And it's just crazy how they hating but still love us on the low
I miss my brother, hope he good, I know LA can take your soul
We need a take that trip to Ghana, my new baby from S (whoa)
So just tell me how you feel, Ima tell ya how I feel
If I ain't say I'm tryna beat then don't assume I'm tryna chill
Know you wanna love a nigga, that's unfortunate for real
Only thing I can console is all these hundred dollar bills (baby)
(Yeah, yeah, look)
And it's just crazy how they hating but still love us on the low
I miss my brother, hope he good, I Know LA can't take his soul
We need take that trip to Ghana my new yea (woah woah)
Aye aye woah woah... Mikey
Okay now look ima get it in mami what it sound like
Rollin up a clip I ain't talking bout a sound bite
Think I left the block man that shit don't even sound right
Said you niggas dope got me going pound for pound like
Look
(You) know the game shoot the spot up for a fortnight
Got me going off like like it's morning with the porch lights
Always dressed in black be too icy when I sport white
All my idols gone lord I pray hold the torch right
Shit
Can't conform to half the rules but half my money still legit
Nowadays ain't no excuses you could just say you a simp
Say my head be full of gas float through clouds like Ima blimp
I be fumbling through my bag that's why they call ya boy a trip
I been down about some funds, and I been down about a bitch
Told me get it on my own so lonely moneys what I get
Got me tired of gettin throwed so now I'm working on the pitch
Gained arthritis from the cold but Florida niggas work the wrist (shit)
(Yeah, yeah)
Watch me control ha yeah
Different color money out the box like it's Crayola yeah
Know you wanna love me sorry baby can't console you yeah
Bank$y bought the whip it I'm gone drive it like it's stolen yeah
(Stolen yeah)
(Aye aye aye oh woah
Crazy what we did wit just a quarter P of pro "I talked to God like if I quit
Is you gone bless me wit some mo?"
Okay now look ima get it in mami what it sound like
Rolling up a clip I ain't talking bout a sound bite
Think I left the block man that shit don't even sound right
Say you niggas dope got me going pound for pound like
And it's amazing what I did with just a quarter P of 'dro
I talked to God like "if I quit, is you gone bless me with some mo"
I put my pride into this shit, I put my stress into the bowl
I left my love inside that crib right off of Chamblee Tucker Road (Whoa)
So just tell me how you feel, Ima tell ya how I feel
I been in and out the city, everybody wanna chill
Some my niggas got me vexed, and some my niggas kept it real
Couple shorties still entitled, feel a way, but got no title
I been moving Supersonic, got away from suicidal
We just kept it true to self, these niggas praying they go viral
I was sliding in the Sable, shout my brother FOR providing
I just copped that 3.7 Liter, roar like Leonidas (vroom!)
And it's just crazy how they hating but still love us on the low
I miss my brother, hope he good, I know LA can take your soul
We need a take that trip to Ghana, my new baby from S (whoa)
So just tell me how you feel, Ima tell ya how I feel
If I ain't say I'm tryna beat then don't assume I'm tryna chill
Know you wanna love a nigga, that's unfortunate for real
Only thing I can console is all these hundred dollar bills (baby)
(Yeah, yeah, look)
And it's just crazy how they hating but still love us on the low
I miss my brother, hope he good, I Know LA can't take his soul
We need take that trip to Ghana my new yea (woah woah)
Credits
Writer(s): Shamir Dominique
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