Cole Myer - From The Pound Lyrics

I'm gonna call Ro

Cruisin' down the street 9am, lookin' for the masses
I was just a Richmond, why'd I end up in Manassas
You was cheatin' on the forum, falsifying FASFAs
It'll hit you in yo' ass when you payin' taxes
I don't hit em' from the back of uppercut bastards
You can't get a job with that degree, you need a masters
The way I do it faster, the way I do it, think I'm NASCA
I'm Eminemin' every beat, I'm feelin' like a rap god

I love cash and ass, it's the Jew in me
The way the money comin' in, you'd probably think there's two of me
With how they on my dick, you'd probably think I'd have way more beef
With how I rap, actin' tough, you'd probably think I'm really street
Bitch, I'm a suburban kid
I was on the sidewalk selling lemonade as a little jit
At least I had some hustle in me, all you did was eat and shit
You could beg for me for years, but never get a piece of this
Lookin' at yo' tombstone, the cause of death is no reason
If they puttin' me in jail, it's gotta be for high treason
I gotta smoke some more, I'm noddin' off, I think the high's leavin'
Need my bitches hung like Sydney Sweeney, they got high cleavage

Cruisin' down the street 9am, lookin' for the masses
I was just a Richmond, why'd I end up in Manassas
You was cheatin' on the forum, falsifying FASFAs
It'll hit you in yo' ass when you payin' taxes
I don't hit em' from the back of uppercut bastards
You can't get a job with that degree, you need a masters
The way I do it faster, the way I do it, think I'm NASCA
I'm Eminemin' every beat, I'm feelin' like a rap god

Bitch, I'm a suburban kid
I was on the sidewalk selling lemonade as a little jit
At least I had some hustle in me, all you did was eat and shit
You could beg for me for years, but never get a piece of this

Who the dogs at the house, let my dogs at the pound
I was trippin' over you, you let me down
The red dot aiming down on you like, who's the clown
Stop the clock and end it at the fourth round