Lyrics Pounding - LIL DEEZY

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