[Hook]
n***** wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n***** keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*****
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
[Verse 1]
b****, FV is the Voltron crew
Talkin' that s***, we gon' roll on you
The game ain't nuttin' but a m**********'
Battlefield and we killers so don't run through
Man there isn't much hope he can hold onto
I'm up in the mix like pulp orange juice
n**** you can not walk in my sewn on shoes
You thought I was quittin', the joke's on you
(n**** laugh out loud)
Got the crown, I can't pass my down
Demons in me can't cast mine out
You can't forget me with the slashed eyebrows
Please excuse me when I'm at my pals
You might get trampled
The day'll never come up when I get handled
When the fire's lit then don't b*** the candle
Your future's dim, I've got psychic channeling
And you know this man, this territory is vulture land
Y'all say he ain't s*** until he became rich and b**** n***** I wrote this plan
Sure that it's obvious now
Any struggle I'mma body ya *blaow* (c'mon)
Don't you ever try to copy my style
Little n**** ain't no jockin' allowed
I pop out the blue like a Crip with a rag
I got the juice, watch you listen to Chance
I'm in the booth on a mission to smash
Pocket the loot, I be gettin' this cash
Hop is the truth that's why n***** is mad
I came to bruise with a pen and a pad
As of lately I've been itching to smash
So here is my a**, you can kiss in advance
[Hook]
n***** wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n***** keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*****
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
[Verse 2]
Movin' on to the second segment
I spit s*** like I got chest congestions
You shoulda known to never neglect the reckless
Timing myself was the best suggestion
s** before bed and s** for breakfast
The sound that you're hearin' is the stress digested
You ever tell me, a little less aggression
You'd better get ghost before your head get pressed in (back up)
You rap n***** just a facade
You only do ten-percent of your job
Your producer is the only reason that they b**pin' your s*** while they sit up and nod
Who the f*** you think you kiddin' bro?
You think you're fly because you're gettin' dough?
If your label would stop paying radio stations to play you
You think we would feel it? No
That's just how it goes
Please do not get close, this is not a joke
Better be jottin' notes of my hottest quotes
Till your pockets swole, [puto vamonos]
Ay wey! s*** I'm just talkin', don't mind me
I guess it's my comical mind state
The moment I came into the game
I've been gettin' fame, I've been the hottest since Myspace
I ain't even gotta try to amaze ya
[Mind be missing] like a flight from Malaysia
[Then I can do what] lies in my nature
These are the bullshit rhymes I get paid from
Yup, I done made a career
Most n***** think my situation is weird
But don't get it twisted, I know what I'm doing
I've been had it locked, I'm just making it clear
[Hook]
n***** wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n***** keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*****
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
[Bridge]
Ain't s*** changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My n**** you'd better (ask about me boy, I get s*** popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it back, come on
Ain't s*** changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My n**** you'd better (ask about me boy, I get s*** popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it in Hoppa
*Scratches* Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
*Scratches* Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
[Hook]
n***** wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n***** keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*****
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
n***** wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n***** keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*****
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
[Verse 1]
b****, FV is the Voltron crew
Talkin' that s***, we gon' roll on you
The game ain't nuttin' but a m**********'
Battlefield and we killers so don't run through
Man there isn't much hope he can hold onto
I'm up in the mix like pulp orange juice
n**** you can not walk in my sewn on shoes
You thought I was quittin', the joke's on you
(n**** laugh out loud)
Got the crown, I can't pass my down
Demons in me can't cast mine out
You can't forget me with the slashed eyebrows
Please excuse me when I'm at my pals
You might get trampled
The day'll never come up when I get handled
When the fire's lit then don't b*** the candle
Your future's dim, I've got psychic channeling
And you know this man, this territory is vulture land
Y'all say he ain't s*** until he became rich and b**** n***** I wrote this plan
Sure that it's obvious now
Any struggle I'mma body ya *blaow* (c'mon)
Don't you ever try to copy my style
Little n**** ain't no jockin' allowed
I pop out the blue like a Crip with a rag
I got the juice, watch you listen to Chance
I'm in the booth on a mission to smash
Pocket the loot, I be gettin' this cash
Hop is the truth that's why n***** is mad
I came to bruise with a pen and a pad
As of lately I've been itching to smash
So here is my a**, you can kiss in advance
[Hook]
n***** wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n***** keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*****
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
[Verse 2]
Movin' on to the second segment
I spit s*** like I got chest congestions
You shoulda known to never neglect the reckless
Timing myself was the best suggestion
s** before bed and s** for breakfast
The sound that you're hearin' is the stress digested
You ever tell me, a little less aggression
You'd better get ghost before your head get pressed in (back up)
You rap n***** just a facade
You only do ten-percent of your job
Your producer is the only reason that they b**pin' your s*** while they sit up and nod
Who the f*** you think you kiddin' bro?
You think you're fly because you're gettin' dough?
If your label would stop paying radio stations to play you
You think we would feel it? No
That's just how it goes
Please do not get close, this is not a joke
Better be jottin' notes of my hottest quotes
Till your pockets swole, [puto vamonos]
Ay wey! s*** I'm just talkin', don't mind me
I guess it's my comical mind state
The moment I came into the game
I've been gettin' fame, I've been the hottest since Myspace
I ain't even gotta try to amaze ya
[Mind be missing] like a flight from Malaysia
[Then I can do what] lies in my nature
These are the bullshit rhymes I get paid from
Yup, I done made a career
Most n***** think my situation is weird
But don't get it twisted, I know what I'm doing
I've been had it locked, I'm just making it clear
[Hook]
n***** wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n***** keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*****
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
[Bridge]
Ain't s*** changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My n**** you'd better (ask about me boy, I get s*** popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it back, come on
Ain't s*** changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My n**** you'd better (ask about me boy, I get s*** popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it in Hoppa
*Scratches* Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
*Scratches* Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
[Hook]
n***** wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial n***** keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get s*** popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these n*****
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it