Pound (Stalley)

And I'm a go to a place where the bass sound thicker Slow the beat down cause 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 It's 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 soon be champion The long beard, hows 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 I'm 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) And I'm a go to a place where the bass sound thicker Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker So we stay up, while the sun goes down We ain't make enough, so let the elevator pound