Pound - Stalley

And I’mma go to a place where the bass sound thicker

Slow the beat down cuz the pace a little quicker

So we stay up, while the sun goes down

We ain’t make enough, so let the elevator pound

From the 'jects to the penthouse

Synonymous to what my life been 'bout

Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence, is what I send out

Still in the cutlass doing spin outs

'87 boxed up all tinted out

Living life on the edge, couple links that excite the feds

Shout to mister jones

Its funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads

A lot of changing faces from these potato heads

Eyes dilated when I sashay lifted

Couple doobies in the ashtray, cash clay run my mouth like a Sunni champion

The long beard, hides the pain I be dancing in

The reign with the Pharoahs, mirror image to the gods

My homie glory brings head nods, the only story I been bout

This controlled mind with no facade

The dreamy intuition from a street politician is scarred

Back and forth with the pimps and gang land symbolers

Dope boys with the bang in they trunk

See the tremblers

Milq city where im from, where the opie emblems

Street names after indians, so wild cowboys watch where you coming in

Tomahawks with assault rifles

May bump into the next king pin or Haile Selassie

Civil with the spiritual

This city feels unlucky searching for a miracle

On this elevator ride skipping floors

Trying to reach the top, then the structure falls (falls)