Pounding Lyrics

Yeah

You know like, niggas is talking bout CLB

Donda or whatever

But what I'm about my shit?

Uh, yeah

This that soulful shit, uh

Hope we gon go global quick, uh, uh

In my book of rhymes, you just a page-boy

So when I'm on stage, boy, better carry my robe

514 area code, rappers wanna be buried in gold

Fell off, came back harder, the story is as scary as Job's

It's like the nigga in the Woos, he could never be Choos

By the industry, the devil and his entity gon roll

Tank full, the pump filled up my craft with fuel

That ain't you, punk split up his racks with fools

Said that she want luv but without you, that's LV

Homie, no flocking, I ain't someone else's sheep

Tell em, I went hiyah, but I ain't never needed judo

They gonna feel me from New York to Acapulcos

Suicides on the car, hats off, they some coo' do's

I'm giving cats new flows to exploit tax loopholes

I'm the type to wear kufis with black Ksubis

This true state of youth for ya like going back juvie

Yeah, aye

Can you hear my heart be pounding

Go check how my art be sounding

I'm in the booth, recording some new

Counting blues, trynna dodge orange jumpsuit

Hol up, yeah hol up

Can you hear my heart be pounding

Go check how my art be sounding

I'm in the booth, recording some new

Counting blues, trynna dodge orange jumpsuits, yeah

The boy got soul like old slow jams

Took me two decades to enroll in yo program

Translation, but really I was ahead of my time

I was 10 when I begun translating pain into some rhymes

Shedding light on peeps, my favorite thing bout having shine

I'm as concealed as the pain behind your smirk when acting fine

But as surreal as the freedom you get when releasing what was trapped inside

I'm from a place where death is cheaper than milk that's pasteurized

But when we sharing the food, it increases the appetite

Thought you were really the voice, until you passed the mic

I was born to make things that should outlast me, right?

So why be worried, about detractors who wasn't alive

When I started rapping nice?

Crack pavements, I sent some demons to trap Satan

So fresh, I feel Bourne again, I'm Matt Damon

When I'll get on, I feel like buying more acres

Just to put lotta y'all niggas where the graves is

Yeah, aye

Can you hear my heart be pounding

Go check how my art be sounding

I'm in the booth, recording some new

Counting blues, trynna dodge orange jumpsuit

Hol up, yeah, hol up

Can you hear my heart be pounding

Go check how my art be sounding

I'm in the booth, recording some new

Counting blues, trynna dodge orange jumpsuits, yeah