Beat Let it Pound

[Intro] [x6]
Beat let it pound
Let it beat
Let it pound

[Verse 1: Epic]
They got me fucked up
(How?)
I’ll never understand
And ain’t not pizza hut or taco bells up in my hood
(That’s racist)
We do got liquor stores
Cheetos and honey buns
And we ballin’ if you carrying a hundred ones
They holler rocks and blows
GDs in black sloans
Some call it’s project’s vandal
All my niggas balling homes
[Chiiiiiiii-Cityyyyyy]
They get daily a bitch
Unless you Irish-rich
Can’t park your whip, ‘cause du
Privatizing this shit

[Verse 2: Jasson]
You know what it is, what I am, what I be
Boy born two colored, flesh of skeleton
Pure adrenaline from my melanin
Truth probably seen the contradictions that we living in
Teen baking in the room
Teen Letter than a black
Black, brown boyfriend both sides of the tracks
Don’t give me facts of life, ‘cause I need the facts of life
(Who is you?)
Just a boy in the hood
I’m a man of my people
Man of my streets
With my hard beats
While you talk cheap
Can’t let you running this
Girl, say you gonna
Bring that beef with ya
Bring that beef with ya
Yeah six feet deep
Ask anyone we kill ‘em in the weeds
In the streets
Kill ‘em with the one-two when the mic cheeps
Kill ‘em with the one-two when the mic cheeps
Kill ‘em with the one-two when the mic cheeps
Kill ‘em with the whites
Kill ‘em with the whites
Kill ‘em with the whites

[Verse 3: Some Rapper]
Stop at the light
Change concentration
Eyes on the hood
My own Acura station
Like baby girl have that chat
My cameras work and my line went flat
Me only time, Cock-loose conveyor belt
Chi-town tact
Employ messenger
Duel wings, express wingspan
Handstand my politics my wing man, for real
It’s in her family
The mode is different
Film framerate can’t help
But to be more distance
This is causing an animation
Of real to look distressed on sky
Real to look distressed on sky
Real to look distressed on sky

[Verse 4: Illekt]
This is son is truly gifted the weight on my back
I lifted came back to spit some sick shit
Turn the rap game into my girl
And now we throwing rice on this
I’m in the club throwing dice and shit
Ain’t no one as nice as this
You can never put a price on this
Make sure you get the rights to this
You know the fights still this
In the heart
Humboldt Park Logan Square
My sister quit it
Yeah, get it
I’m surprised
It’s always ready BBU
I’ll see you revolutionary but Thuggin, fuck-clubbin’
I do this for my people
Hollaback Puerto rico
I’m a loco chango call me chico Mexico let me hirito
Cats still playin’ bejito
Put it down, because you know I will when I come to your city or town

[Hook] like a million times