Pound by Ezri Lyrics
[Hook]
Said, I’m a go to a place where the bass sounds thicker
Slow the beat down because the pace a little quicker
And we, stay up, trying to find our own, way up
[Verse 1]
Yeah, the ladder, it leads to the window of the industry
Climbing non-stop and I still got a lot of energy
Infiltrating the residence of all my enemies
Assassinating everybody, call them kids Kennedys
Family Matters to me like Urkel, see
I got a role model, yeah, he must be Hercules
Got a couple beats, yeah I’m murking these
I’m running the show, close the curtains please
Cause while they’re open I don’t see nobody but fake friends
Eating up my motivation while I’m trying to make ends meet
Me? I've always wanted to know
What would peers and potato-heads say when I blow?
I know one of them is going to say, “He made it, that’s ill.”
Another one’s going to say, “He ain’t get a deal.”
And that girl’s going to say, “Dang, what was I thinking, why’d I break up with him, I was tripping forreal.”
Shout out to the girls who rejected my invite
To be my valentine, or Homecoming night
And shout out to the haters who say my voice is annoying
Just because they don’t hear themselves on the radio destroying
Seems like out of the blue everybody got hip to me
They didn’t know me before, now they’re looking for some sympathy
Mention me like, “@LilEzzy I’m trying to kick it G.”
Should have been trying to chill while I was getting punched, kicked and teased
Beat up, by some big bully with C-cups
Now he must, wonder "how’d he blow," while eating cheese puffs
I’m out of this world, Mr. Pippen needs to beam up
I ball like Scottie, you boys better team up
Or try to keep up, or try to catch up
I mustered/mustard up some cheese, so now the beef ain’t going to let up
Lettuce in my views, so let us get through the yard
So just tell me how it tastes man, I’m just serving food for thought
That’s all
Said, I’m a go to a place where the bass sounds thicker
Slow the beat down because the pace a little quicker
And we, stay up, trying to find our own, way up
[Verse 1]
Yeah, the ladder, it leads to the window of the industry
Climbing non-stop and I still got a lot of energy
Infiltrating the residence of all my enemies
Assassinating everybody, call them kids Kennedys
Family Matters to me like Urkel, see
I got a role model, yeah, he must be Hercules
Got a couple beats, yeah I’m murking these
I’m running the show, close the curtains please
Cause while they’re open I don’t see nobody but fake friends
Eating up my motivation while I’m trying to make ends meet
Me? I've always wanted to know
What would peers and potato-heads say when I blow?
I know one of them is going to say, “He made it, that’s ill.”
Another one’s going to say, “He ain’t get a deal.”
And that girl’s going to say, “Dang, what was I thinking, why’d I break up with him, I was tripping forreal.”
Shout out to the girls who rejected my invite
To be my valentine, or Homecoming night
And shout out to the haters who say my voice is annoying
Just because they don’t hear themselves on the radio destroying
Seems like out of the blue everybody got hip to me
They didn’t know me before, now they’re looking for some sympathy
Mention me like, “@LilEzzy I’m trying to kick it G.”
Should have been trying to chill while I was getting punched, kicked and teased
Beat up, by some big bully with C-cups
Now he must, wonder "how’d he blow," while eating cheese puffs
I’m out of this world, Mr. Pippen needs to beam up
I ball like Scottie, you boys better team up
Or try to keep up, or try to catch up
I mustered/mustard up some cheese, so now the beef ain’t going to let up
Lettuce in my views, so let us get through the yard
So just tell me how it tastes man, I’m just serving food for thought
That’s all