Pom

[Chorus]
Yeah we here forever, yeah we here forever
We gon' do it like you could never, like you could never
We gon' do it like you would never, like you could never
Pomagranite yeah we here forever, like we here forever ey
'Cause we live forever ey, like we here forever ey
'Cause we here forever, yeah we gon' do it like you could never
Uh

[Verse 1: Everett Gibbons]
Let me get it for a minute while I'm rappin'
I don't know why they all nappin'
Pomagranite, yeah they're gonna need a napkin
The falling won't hurt, parachute a couple aspirin
The punk rock image yeah they all about the fashion
Imagine, new school moshpits, a bunch of fucking dabbing
Start throwin' shit like I'm GG Allin
Hook comin' in like a motha fuckin' javelin
Xanax and another game of Madden
Blacked out so it never even happened
Gimme half of that and I ain't bragging
Got stabbed in the back for a bag you was slackin
As for me I been stackin' yah, Racks and G's not relaxin, huh?
Aphrodisiac in the action half of reason I could squeeze this actress
I'ma make myself a couple bucks, I'ma ring myself a couple up
I could give not a subtle fuck, and that for me is when the price went up

[Chorus]
It's like we gon' do it like you could never, ey ey, like you could never
Pomagranite yeah we here forever, ey ey, like we here forever
Yeah we gon' do it like you could never, uh, like you would never
We gon' do it like you could never uh, like you would never ey
Like we here forever ey, like we here forever
We gon' do it like we here forever, that's Pomagranite yeah we here forever

[Verse 2: JoeyRoxittt]
Pirelli's on two, that means I'm on one
Twelve o'clock snorting up fun
Me and my bitch, Tom Ford on her eyes
Watch the kid jive, smoke by the hive
Red drippin' on the fuckin' ground
Squeezin' on the fruit, soon to bleed
Marinate the steak to a T
Blowin' by the stairs, eyes bleeding

[Verse 3: Della Kinetic]
Give me a sniff I'm sleepin
Whiskey neat in my drink, it's creepin' on me
Half the bottle gone
Chop your legs, your arm, your head, left in six pieces
Sword swingin' like the GZA nine-five
With the fleet beat whack rap down witcha weak ass
Take bait? Nah I ain't finna tweet back
Motha'fucka's feelin' mad strong with the keypad
Can't peep that, I don't do feedback
Relax, start trippin' of three tabs
In the Jeep, four deep with the seats back
Finna drop an album, I call that shit a heap of trash
[?] on the feature track
We in the hometown, but where all the people at?
Pomagranite let the bass on the beat slap
Twenty eighteen, babygirl, and we eatin' ass