Rah! I'ma hit a mothaf*cka with the pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
If you're looking for trouble then you found it, the new album
Of two-thousand-and-fifteen, I'm too violent
This shit seems like I'm cooped out with lucid dreams
I'm a new route for these emcee's
This is a drought that's coming
I'm about to sprout to start a new style's full of envy
I need to cool down what is in me
Everything I had bottled up pukes out when the pen bleeds
You drown from a 16, who's doubtin' the sick steeze?
I could spit a wild verse without taking a breath
Then crowd surf, who's helping this kid breathe?
The worlds against me so I gotta come harder than the average
Think smarter than the masses
Everybody's on the move, ain't no time to get caught up in the traffic
When shit goes down I got the heart of an assassin
This here's harder than my last shit
Gotta do it now, no luck in tomorrow if it crashes
If I do die before I awake, I don't think too many will feel sorrow for my ashes
With this song I've frozen time, don't skip this, don't rewind
The throne is mine, close your eyes as I provoke the mind
This was bound to happen before I wrote the lines
And it's so divine the way my influence multiplied
It's like I created a cult inside this rap industry
Please don't look so surprised
I'm at the top, I ain't throwing down a rope to climb, come on
Pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Hopsin - Pound Syndrome Album Lyrics
Hopsin - Pound Syndrome Lyrics
Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Forever III
[Hook:]
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
Bitch, FV is the Voltron crew
Talkin' that shit, we gon' roll on you
The game ain't nuttin' but a mothaf*ckin'
Battlefield and we killers so don't run through
Man there isn't much hope ya can hold onto
I'm up in the mix like pulp orange juice
Nigga you can not walk in my sewn on shoes
You thought I was quittin', the joke's on you
(Nigga laugh out loud)
Got the crown, I can't pass mine down
Demons in me, can't cast mine out
You can't forget me with the slashed eyebrows
Please excuse me when I'm at my pals
You might get trampled
The day'll never come up when I get handled
When the fire's lit then don't bite the candle
Your future's dim, I've got psychic channeling
And you know this man, this territory is vulture land
Y'all say he ain't shit until he became rich and bitch niggas, I wrote this plan
Sure that it's obvious now
Any struggle, I'mma body ya *blaow* (c'mon)
Don't you ever try to copy my style
Little nigga, ain't no jockin' allowed
I pop out the blue like a Crip with a rag
I got the juice, watch you listen to Chance
I'm in the booth on a mission to smash
Pocket the loot, I be gettin' this cash
Hop is the truth that's why niggas is mad
I came to bruise with a pen and a pad
As of lately, I've been itching to smash
So here is my ass, you can kiss in advance
[Hook:]
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
Movin' on to the second segment
I spit shit like I got chest congestions
You shoulda known to never neglect the reckless
Time to myself was the best suggestion
Sex before bed and sex for breakfast
The sound that you're hearin' is the stress digested
You ever tell me, a little less aggression
You'd better get ghost 'fore your head get pressed in (back up)
You rap niggas just a facade
You only do ten-percent of your job
Your producer is the only reason that they bumpin' your shit while they sit up and nod
Who the f*ck you think you kiddin' bro?
You think you're fly because you gettin' dough?
If your label would stop paying radio stations to play you
You think we would feel it? No
That's just how it goes
Please do not get close, this is not a joke
Better be jottin' notes of my hottest quotes
Till your pockets swole, puto vámonos (ay wey!)
Shit I'm just talkin', don't mind me
I guess it's my comical mind state
The moment I came into the game
I've been gettin' fame, I've been the hottest since MySpace
I ain't even gotta try to amaze ya
Mind been missing like a flight from Malaysia
That I can do when it lies in my nature
These are the bullshit rhymes I get paid from
Yup, I done made a career
Most niggas think my situation is weird
But don't get it twisted, I know what I'm doing
I've been had it locked, I'm just making it clear
[Hook:]
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
Yeah, ain't shit changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My nigga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get shit popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it back, come on
Ain't shit changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My nigga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get shit popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it in Hoppa
[Scratches] Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
[Scratches] Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
[Hook:]
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
Bitch, FV is the Voltron crew
Talkin' that shit, we gon' roll on you
The game ain't nuttin' but a mothaf*ckin'
Battlefield and we killers so don't run through
Man there isn't much hope ya can hold onto
I'm up in the mix like pulp orange juice
Nigga you can not walk in my sewn on shoes
You thought I was quittin', the joke's on you
(Nigga laugh out loud)
Got the crown, I can't pass mine down
Demons in me, can't cast mine out
You can't forget me with the slashed eyebrows
Please excuse me when I'm at my pals
You might get trampled
The day'll never come up when I get handled
When the fire's lit then don't bite the candle
Your future's dim, I've got psychic channeling
And you know this man, this territory is vulture land
Y'all say he ain't shit until he became rich and bitch niggas, I wrote this plan
Sure that it's obvious now
Any struggle, I'mma body ya *blaow* (c'mon)
Don't you ever try to copy my style
Little nigga, ain't no jockin' allowed
I pop out the blue like a Crip with a rag
I got the juice, watch you listen to Chance
I'm in the booth on a mission to smash
Pocket the loot, I be gettin' this cash
Hop is the truth that's why niggas is mad
I came to bruise with a pen and a pad
As of lately, I've been itching to smash
So here is my ass, you can kiss in advance
[Hook:]
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
Movin' on to the second segment
I spit shit like I got chest congestions
You shoulda known to never neglect the reckless
Time to myself was the best suggestion
Sex before bed and sex for breakfast
The sound that you're hearin' is the stress digested
You ever tell me, a little less aggression
You'd better get ghost 'fore your head get pressed in (back up)
You rap niggas just a facade
You only do ten-percent of your job
Your producer is the only reason that they bumpin' your shit while they sit up and nod
Who the f*ck you think you kiddin' bro?
You think you're fly because you gettin' dough?
If your label would stop paying radio stations to play you
You think we would feel it? No
That's just how it goes
Please do not get close, this is not a joke
Better be jottin' notes of my hottest quotes
Till your pockets swole, puto vámonos (ay wey!)
Shit I'm just talkin', don't mind me
I guess it's my comical mind state
The moment I came into the game
I've been gettin' fame, I've been the hottest since MySpace
I ain't even gotta try to amaze ya
Mind been missing like a flight from Malaysia
That I can do when it lies in my nature
These are the bullshit rhymes I get paid from
Yup, I done made a career
Most niggas think my situation is weird
But don't get it twisted, I know what I'm doing
I've been had it locked, I'm just making it clear
[Hook:]
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
Yeah, ain't shit changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My nigga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get shit popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it back, come on
Ain't shit changed, been off the chain, can't kill off the flame
My nigga you'd better (ask about me boy, I get shit popping)
That's right, that's right, bring it in Hoppa
[Scratches] Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
[Scratches] Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
[Hook:]
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy, I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it, smash it
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
No Hope
[Hook:]
I've been there when you needed me the most
Had your back when you were broke
I've shown you love when there's no hope
You were my friend, like blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
I'm f*cking tired of playing God when you in need
The choices you made are on you completely, what's it got to do with me?
You mobbing through the streets, clueless but it's not like you could see
You know I'm cool, so you take it like it's an opportunity
To get some free money, damn you ain't got no shame
You been living off of my dough, bitch I'm not your bank
You be asking to borrow knowing that you not gon' pay
Abusing the privilege my nigga, that is not okay
Why don't you get it? I shouldn't have to explain it
Our foundation should be on some real shit, not you asking for payments
So create a dream, then get off your ass and then chase it
I'm mad and frustrated dealing with this shit, I'm lacking the patience
You the homie, I don't mind you coming around dog
But I should not have to pay for your downfall
Choose your faith, but still even if your day don't seem great
Just know I got your f*cking back either way, you already know
[Hook:]
I've been there when you needed me the most
Had your back when you were broke
I've shown you love when there's no hope
You were my friend, like blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
Now my own family tripping, I ain't think I would get this shit from siblings
The money I'm making is yours right? It's a given
Let me tell y'all why I get a different feeling
Y'all was living good watching me and my momma struggle once we get the bills in
I don't recall any help or sympathies
Since 15 I been paying rent, you know what that did to me?
Could have been here, had this rap shit popping off, if y'all had lent the hand
But y'all wasn't worried 'bout helping us, you had a different plan
Focused on yourself, and now you holding on for help
You were self centered, and that was just an open door to hell
Oh, you need some money now, yeah of course I know the deal
You want the benefits without playing the courses on the field
You ain't even doing your best or trying
Don't ask me for shit unless you dying, this is me testifying
Just know that when your bright days going straight
I couldn't have your back without feeling strange but you already know
[Hook:]
I've been there when you needed me the most
Had your back when you were broke
I've shown you love when there's no hope
You were my friend, like blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
Money can leave you isolated cause people are shady
So why debate it? They love cash and fantasize to make it
To get it, we'll fight and break shit, develop unrighteous ways
Even taking the side with Satan, thankfully I've awaken
Foes who abused the privilege by having those who were gifted
Around them close and they vision, stop corroding your friendships
Don't be having your hands out, smiling, hoping to get shit
Mooching off of a man's treasure is bogus and it's just
Not the way you should function with brothers when you're amongst 'em
That is what we call punk shit and it can leave you stuck in
A boat that's already sunken, this can happen to anyone
Sisters, brothers and cousins, they disrespecting, then f*ck 'em
That's the way that the fountain leaks, keep on pushing your boundaries
In due time I am bound to see all the snakes that surrounded me
I know that if my brightest days turn gray
You wouldn't have my back unless there was pay, it ain't no secret
[Hook:]
I've been there when you needed me the most
Had your back when you were broke
I've shown you love when there's no hope
You were my friend, like blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
I've been there when you needed me the most
Had your back when you were broke
I've shown you love when there's no hope
You were my friend, like blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
I'm f*cking tired of playing God when you in need
The choices you made are on you completely, what's it got to do with me?
You mobbing through the streets, clueless but it's not like you could see
You know I'm cool, so you take it like it's an opportunity
To get some free money, damn you ain't got no shame
You been living off of my dough, bitch I'm not your bank
You be asking to borrow knowing that you not gon' pay
Abusing the privilege my nigga, that is not okay
Why don't you get it? I shouldn't have to explain it
Our foundation should be on some real shit, not you asking for payments
So create a dream, then get off your ass and then chase it
I'm mad and frustrated dealing with this shit, I'm lacking the patience
You the homie, I don't mind you coming around dog
But I should not have to pay for your downfall
Choose your faith, but still even if your day don't seem great
Just know I got your f*cking back either way, you already know
[Hook:]
I've been there when you needed me the most
Had your back when you were broke
I've shown you love when there's no hope
You were my friend, like blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
Now my own family tripping, I ain't think I would get this shit from siblings
The money I'm making is yours right? It's a given
Let me tell y'all why I get a different feeling
Y'all was living good watching me and my momma struggle once we get the bills in
I don't recall any help or sympathies
Since 15 I been paying rent, you know what that did to me?
Could have been here, had this rap shit popping off, if y'all had lent the hand
But y'all wasn't worried 'bout helping us, you had a different plan
Focused on yourself, and now you holding on for help
You were self centered, and that was just an open door to hell
Oh, you need some money now, yeah of course I know the deal
You want the benefits without playing the courses on the field
You ain't even doing your best or trying
Don't ask me for shit unless you dying, this is me testifying
Just know that when your bright days going straight
I couldn't have your back without feeling strange but you already know
[Hook:]
I've been there when you needed me the most
Had your back when you were broke
I've shown you love when there's no hope
You were my friend, like blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
Money can leave you isolated cause people are shady
So why debate it? They love cash and fantasize to make it
To get it, we'll fight and break shit, develop unrighteous ways
Even taking the side with Satan, thankfully I've awaken
Foes who abused the privilege by having those who were gifted
Around them close and they vision, stop corroding your friendships
Don't be having your hands out, smiling, hoping to get shit
Mooching off of a man's treasure is bogus and it's just
Not the way you should function with brothers when you're amongst 'em
That is what we call punk shit and it can leave you stuck in
A boat that's already sunken, this can happen to anyone
Sisters, brothers and cousins, they disrespecting, then f*ck 'em
That's the way that the fountain leaks, keep on pushing your boundaries
In due time I am bound to see all the snakes that surrounded me
I know that if my brightest days turn gray
You wouldn't have my back unless there was pay, it ain't no secret
[Hook:]
I've been there when you needed me the most
Had your back when you were broke
I've shown you love when there's no hope
You were my friend, like blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Ramona
[Ramona door knob rattling and panting breath]
[Hopsin phone dialing and ringing]
Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin are you there?
[911:] 9-1-1 Emergency, what's the issue?
[Hopsin:] Th-this girl she's out she's...
[911:] Wow, wow, wow relax honey, speak to me
[Hopsin:] There's this girl outside of my house and she keeps tryna come in
[911:] Uh huh
[Hopsin:] And I keep tryna push her away but...but I feel like she's gonna come in and do something...I...I don't know...
[911:] Okay, what is your name darling?
[Hopsin:] It's Marcus Hopson
[911:] Okay Marcus, relax
[Hopsin:] I'm trying
[911:] I need you to explain to me who this girl is please
[Hopsin:] Okay, okay, okay...
[Verse 1 - Hopsin:]
Here, let me read you her bio (go 'head)
She was raised in Cleveland, Ohio (Uh huh)
Got a tattoo of a cross on her left tit
Yo, but, she don't believe in no bible (what?)
She flashing niggas when I'm on stage
She let anyone see em' at my show (you're kidding)
First time I met her was at a meet and greet
She ran up in a hurry and was like "woah"
"Hi Hop, I'm Ramona (hi)
Please forgive me, I might go nuts
I don't know but I'm like so lucky
And I just wish I could just...oh f*ck
I'm nervous and I feel worthless
Please don't think I'm doing this on purpose
I just cannot control all my urges
You're just...oh my God you're so perfect"
Man if you f*ck with this bitch then you're doomed (yup)
She followed me and my tour crew
To my hotel, I'm like "who are you?
Where you going?" she said "your room" (silly)
Like "woah look, ho you gotta go, just because I ripped the mic
Don't mean you get the right to follow me back to my hotel room, you ain't 'bout to spent the night, aight?"
She said "okay, Marcus, what if I give you my pussy (what?)
Oh my God, getting f*cked by Hopsin, do you know how awesome that would be? Ah"
[Hook:]
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch is stalking me, f*cking
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
Get this bitch off of me
F*cking Ramona
[Verse 2 - Hopsin:]
She became friends with my girlfriend but my girlfriend did not know (know what?)
Now Ramona's obsessed with me, she been to at least ten of my shows, woah
F*cking all my niggas names up she like "Gerald Benton, he wrecks it
Disney Wright, we repping, I love SwisSs, three S's"
I'm like "God damn bitch, You ain't even got no chance bitch
You ain't even my real fan bitch, you only know 'Sag my Pants' bitch"
All over my Instagram pics, tryna get my attention
Hoping I'mma get you a ticket and fly you to Cali and put you in a bed you can ride the dick in (hell no ho)
I can't lie though, her ass fat
She send me nudes up on Snapchat
I know every nigga done tapped that
She gets sad cause I do not snap back (hahaha)
That nasty girl, I ain't touching her (nope)
F*ck her, I don't f*ck with her (nuh uh)
She a real rap chasing hustler
If you see her ass, hit the slut alert
This one time she tried to cuh....
(Oh my God, Hopsin) what the f*ck (hey)
What the f*ck are you doing here?
(I love you so much) shut your ass up, get your ass out
[Hook:]
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch is stalking me, f*cking
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
Get this bitch off of me
F*cking Ramona
[Verse 3 - Jarren Benton:]
Yo Hopsin (what up man?), you know that bitch named Ramona? (yeah)
I know you said that ho's a space case but guess what (what?), I boned her, ah
I swear to God Hop, man, it's been sick
She be like "Jarren, oh my God, you're the shit
I'll never, ever, ever, ever brush my teeth now that my breath smells just like your dick"
Yuck, she won't leave me alone
Every five seconds, bitch blowing up my phone
I'm paranoid hoping she don't show up at my home
What the f*ck was I on? Pills and Patron
Then the bitch talking 'bout she's knocked up
How bitch, damn, I had my cock locked up
With a latex condom, and we just f*cked two days ago
Now how the f*ck a baby pop up?
Ah, she like "Jarren you're right, must be SwizZz or maybe Dizzy Wright
Cause he went inside it raw like, just the other night"
Swear to God Hop, we gotta take this whores life
But damn, who gon' let Kato know?
That's the nigga's girlfriend, he don't know that she a ho
Now she on DJ Hoppa's dick like "go DJ, go DJ, go"
[Hook:]
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch is stalking me, f*cking
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
Get this bitch off of me
F*cking Ramona
I am not one of your f*cking groupies Hopsin
And honestly, you just lost a f*cking fan, okay?
I told all my friends about your music
And now I regret it, and Jarren, you're a f*cking liar
I only know you because of f*cking Hopsin, okay?
And I genuinely thought you were a nice f*cking guy
So I sucked your dick, and you made fun of me
You made fun of me for sucking your f*cking cock
I so can't live with myself right now
....Okay I'm over it
[Hopsin phone dialing and ringing]
Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin are you there?
[911:] 9-1-1 Emergency, what's the issue?
[Hopsin:] Th-this girl she's out she's...
[911:] Wow, wow, wow relax honey, speak to me
[Hopsin:] There's this girl outside of my house and she keeps tryna come in
[911:] Uh huh
[Hopsin:] And I keep tryna push her away but...but I feel like she's gonna come in and do something...I...I don't know...
[911:] Okay, what is your name darling?
[Hopsin:] It's Marcus Hopson
[911:] Okay Marcus, relax
[Hopsin:] I'm trying
[911:] I need you to explain to me who this girl is please
[Hopsin:] Okay, okay, okay...
[Verse 1 - Hopsin:]
Here, let me read you her bio (go 'head)
She was raised in Cleveland, Ohio (Uh huh)
Got a tattoo of a cross on her left tit
Yo, but, she don't believe in no bible (what?)
She flashing niggas when I'm on stage
She let anyone see em' at my show (you're kidding)
First time I met her was at a meet and greet
She ran up in a hurry and was like "woah"
"Hi Hop, I'm Ramona (hi)
Please forgive me, I might go nuts
I don't know but I'm like so lucky
And I just wish I could just...oh f*ck
I'm nervous and I feel worthless
Please don't think I'm doing this on purpose
I just cannot control all my urges
You're just...oh my God you're so perfect"
Man if you f*ck with this bitch then you're doomed (yup)
She followed me and my tour crew
To my hotel, I'm like "who are you?
Where you going?" she said "your room" (silly)
Like "woah look, ho you gotta go, just because I ripped the mic
Don't mean you get the right to follow me back to my hotel room, you ain't 'bout to spent the night, aight?"
She said "okay, Marcus, what if I give you my pussy (what?)
Oh my God, getting f*cked by Hopsin, do you know how awesome that would be? Ah"
[Hook:]
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch is stalking me, f*cking
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
Get this bitch off of me
F*cking Ramona
[Verse 2 - Hopsin:]
She became friends with my girlfriend but my girlfriend did not know (know what?)
Now Ramona's obsessed with me, she been to at least ten of my shows, woah
F*cking all my niggas names up she like "Gerald Benton, he wrecks it
Disney Wright, we repping, I love SwisSs, three S's"
I'm like "God damn bitch, You ain't even got no chance bitch
You ain't even my real fan bitch, you only know 'Sag my Pants' bitch"
All over my Instagram pics, tryna get my attention
Hoping I'mma get you a ticket and fly you to Cali and put you in a bed you can ride the dick in (hell no ho)
I can't lie though, her ass fat
She send me nudes up on Snapchat
I know every nigga done tapped that
She gets sad cause I do not snap back (hahaha)
That nasty girl, I ain't touching her (nope)
F*ck her, I don't f*ck with her (nuh uh)
She a real rap chasing hustler
If you see her ass, hit the slut alert
This one time she tried to cuh....
(Oh my God, Hopsin) what the f*ck (hey)
What the f*ck are you doing here?
(I love you so much) shut your ass up, get your ass out
[Hook:]
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch is stalking me, f*cking
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
Get this bitch off of me
F*cking Ramona
[Verse 3 - Jarren Benton:]
Yo Hopsin (what up man?), you know that bitch named Ramona? (yeah)
I know you said that ho's a space case but guess what (what?), I boned her, ah
I swear to God Hop, man, it's been sick
She be like "Jarren, oh my God, you're the shit
I'll never, ever, ever, ever brush my teeth now that my breath smells just like your dick"
Yuck, she won't leave me alone
Every five seconds, bitch blowing up my phone
I'm paranoid hoping she don't show up at my home
What the f*ck was I on? Pills and Patron
Then the bitch talking 'bout she's knocked up
How bitch, damn, I had my cock locked up
With a latex condom, and we just f*cked two days ago
Now how the f*ck a baby pop up?
Ah, she like "Jarren you're right, must be SwizZz or maybe Dizzy Wright
Cause he went inside it raw like, just the other night"
Swear to God Hop, we gotta take this whores life
But damn, who gon' let Kato know?
That's the nigga's girlfriend, he don't know that she a ho
Now she on DJ Hoppa's dick like "go DJ, go DJ, go"
[Hook:]
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch is stalking me, f*cking
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
Get this bitch off of me
F*cking Ramona
I am not one of your f*cking groupies Hopsin
And honestly, you just lost a f*cking fan, okay?
I told all my friends about your music
And now I regret it, and Jarren, you're a f*cking liar
I only know you because of f*cking Hopsin, okay?
And I genuinely thought you were a nice f*cking guy
So I sucked your dick, and you made fun of me
You made fun of me for sucking your f*cking cock
I so can't live with myself right now
....Okay I'm over it
Writer: JARREN JARRED BENTON, MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Mr. Jones
This nigga Hopsin blew the f*ck up son - outta nowhere. Yo how the f*ck this nigga doing that shit? This nigga corny as f*ck dog. I've been rapping just as long as the nigga and niggas don't respect me. What the f*ck nigga
Damn it's like that, it's like that
I know you mad cause they f*ckin' with my music and it's not yours
Now you wanna copy like I'm spanish on a chalkboard
You still ain't got a key to the locked door
Game ain't showed you no love, nigga my lord
Yeah, 2015 Raw encore
Give me my saw with the countdown - five, four
Three, two, one, see when I choose bums, I bruise 'em
The new Duke Nukem is gruesome
Just last summer homie you was the hot dude
Label being shady with you, who do you talk to?
Nigga your career is done as soon as they drop you
And all those little groupies you was cool with forgot you
The game never came with no easy assembly
Now you grieving in misery doing pizza delivery, damn
We don't recognise you like a secret identity, man
Shoulda came to FV for the remedy fam
[Hook:]
Say something now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
These underground niggas think they on a roll
Then why you can't get the double X-L cover honor roll?
Been years, you ain't got no respect
I just watch y'all fall like the domino effect, nigga
Used to talk like you had the plan laid out
Till it backfired, nigga what you got to say now?
Doing twenty buck collabs through your Paypal
Shoulda joined FV, you coulda shut your bank down
Niggas like "Hop calm down
Why you always gotta get so emotional?"
I'm like "if it ain't coming from the heart
How the f*ck is my fanbase s'posed to grow, alright?"
Yeah, tell these folks not to bother
When I blew up, you got blown out the water
You dissed him on Disney, get thrown in the locker
Your shit wasn't polished, my flow is too proper
[Hook:]
Say something now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Niggas jumpin' in cause the bar is low
F*ck it, I been starvin' yo, weak ass niggas, I'ma target those
Do not approach wit a sorry flow, I'll chop you into particles
I'm on the pedestal that you are below
I ain't heard a mutha'f*ckin' thing that's remarkable
Dissin' me just won't work out, no cardio
Welcome to the ill rap carnival
Bout to blow your mutha'f*ckin' brains out quick with my arsenal
Uh, nigga stop with the coupe charades, not in the mood to play
You goin' to school today
You put a single out, pocket then loot in change
Nigga your jewelry is not gonna boost your fame
You too lame, bottom of the food chain
The poop stain, I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm too trained
There ain't no way to reduce pain, when I throw blows
If I ain't hot, God damn, I don't know
[Hook:]
Say something now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
One more time, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Mr. Jones where you at man?
When you gon' blow up man?
When am I gon' start hearing about you, it's been years man?
You been rapping for over a decade and you haven't made one move buddy
Shit, I know why you haven't made one f*cking move
Nigga you suck
Damn it's like that, it's like that
I know you mad cause they f*ckin' with my music and it's not yours
Now you wanna copy like I'm spanish on a chalkboard
You still ain't got a key to the locked door
Game ain't showed you no love, nigga my lord
Yeah, 2015 Raw encore
Give me my saw with the countdown - five, four
Three, two, one, see when I choose bums, I bruise 'em
The new Duke Nukem is gruesome
Just last summer homie you was the hot dude
Label being shady with you, who do you talk to?
Nigga your career is done as soon as they drop you
And all those little groupies you was cool with forgot you
The game never came with no easy assembly
Now you grieving in misery doing pizza delivery, damn
We don't recognise you like a secret identity, man
Shoulda came to FV for the remedy fam
[Hook:]
Say something now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
These underground niggas think they on a roll
Then why you can't get the double X-L cover honor roll?
Been years, you ain't got no respect
I just watch y'all fall like the domino effect, nigga
Used to talk like you had the plan laid out
Till it backfired, nigga what you got to say now?
Doing twenty buck collabs through your Paypal
Shoulda joined FV, you coulda shut your bank down
Niggas like "Hop calm down
Why you always gotta get so emotional?"
I'm like "if it ain't coming from the heart
How the f*ck is my fanbase s'posed to grow, alright?"
Yeah, tell these folks not to bother
When I blew up, you got blown out the water
You dissed him on Disney, get thrown in the locker
Your shit wasn't polished, my flow is too proper
[Hook:]
Say something now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Niggas jumpin' in cause the bar is low
F*ck it, I been starvin' yo, weak ass niggas, I'ma target those
Do not approach wit a sorry flow, I'll chop you into particles
I'm on the pedestal that you are below
I ain't heard a mutha'f*ckin' thing that's remarkable
Dissin' me just won't work out, no cardio
Welcome to the ill rap carnival
Bout to blow your mutha'f*ckin' brains out quick with my arsenal
Uh, nigga stop with the coupe charades, not in the mood to play
You goin' to school today
You put a single out, pocket then loot in change
Nigga your jewelry is not gonna boost your fame
You too lame, bottom of the food chain
The poop stain, I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm too trained
There ain't no way to reduce pain, when I throw blows
If I ain't hot, God damn, I don't know
[Hook:]
Say something now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
One more time, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Mr. Jones where you at man?
When you gon' blow up man?
When am I gon' start hearing about you, it's been years man?
You been rapping for over a decade and you haven't made one move buddy
Shit, I know why you haven't made one f*cking move
Nigga you suck
Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Fort Collins
[Verse 1 - Hopsin:]
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was going through a break up and that was hard
I wasn't in my right mind, nigga that's for sure
Every night I was praying and I would ask the Lord
To please give me strength, so I don't slam the door on my fans
But no luck I was stuck
Even though a nigga had a plus size buzz
I didn't even know who the f*ck I was
I tried so hard to see a plus side, but
I couldn't find the spark inside the dark
Even with my crew saying nice remarks
It felt like some darts were stuck inside my heart
I was thinking that a brand new life's the start
But I couldn't leave, I made a commitment
On my off time the fans invaded my business
So I started feeling a gang of resentment
Flipping on everybody when they ain't even did shit
I needed to go home and gather my thoughts
I didn't wanna suicide as the result
So the night at my Fort Collins show before I hit the stage
I left through the back for a walk and no one saw
I thought I was going up to the store to get a drink or somethin'
And a voice had told me to keep walking
And do not step foot on that stage for nothing
So I kept on walking
Then I camped out up in an abandoned house
I hated this rap shit and I hated my life
The spotlight does that when you can't get out
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low
Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know
I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into a car seat
And I'm hoping that y'all can forgive me, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
(Money and the fame)
(Money and the fame)
It just doesn't feel so right lately
(Money and the fame)
Don't know where I'm going tonight baby
(Money and the fame)
It just doesn't feel so right
Don't know where I'm going tonight
Someone guide me to the light, please
[Verse 2 - Hopsin:]
I got a girl back home, yeah
God know she the sweetest thing on earth
I can't sleep on her
But there's too many women on tour and I try not to cheat on her
Man, my options for pussy are unrealistic
There's bitches who'd give up a lung for this dick
My music be leaving 'em sprung and twisted
The average nigga would have fun with this shit, that's real
Here is a secret, you don't have to keep it between you and I
Upcoming rappers who 'bout to be touring, I promise the road will eat you alive
[Dizzy Wright:]
But you know that shit when you rise
And by no surprise, I'm not gon' feed into the lies
No, I'm not gon' say that you wrong
But I'm not gon' say that you right, it's hard to keep quiet
When all I do is hold you down
If I ain't know you then, well I feel like I know you now
I know you had a little doubt, but to hop off stage and find out
You done walked out, and you not taking nobody calls
You don't wanna deal with it
But I'm looking at these fans like damn there's a lot of y'all
You got me tripping with the bodyguard
Like "Nigga, how the f*ck you lose the headliner?"
Now I don't care that you left the show
I just wish you woulda let me know
Cause I don't know if you've been kidnapped
Or know somebody from the city where they live at
But, the way you went about it make it hard for me to feel bad
Honestly it made a nigga real mad
Cause I'm texting you like Hop the devil just testing you
When Fort Collins got respect for you
And that's why the next day, you was like
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low
Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know
I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into a car seat
And I'm hoping that y'all can forgive me, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
(Money and the fame)
(Money and the fame)
It just doesn't feel so right lately
(Money and the fame)
Don't know where I'm going tonight baby
(Money and the fame)
It just doesn't feel so right
Don't know where I'm going tonight
Someone guide me to the light, please
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was going through a break up and that was hard
I wasn't in my right mind, nigga that's for sure
Every night I was praying and I would ask the Lord
To please give me strength, so I don't slam the door on my fans
But no luck I was stuck
Even though a nigga had a plus size buzz
I didn't even know who the f*ck I was
I tried so hard to see a plus side, but
I couldn't find the spark inside the dark
Even with my crew saying nice remarks
It felt like some darts were stuck inside my heart
I was thinking that a brand new life's the start
But I couldn't leave, I made a commitment
On my off time the fans invaded my business
So I started feeling a gang of resentment
Flipping on everybody when they ain't even did shit
I needed to go home and gather my thoughts
I didn't wanna suicide as the result
So the night at my Fort Collins show before I hit the stage
I left through the back for a walk and no one saw
I thought I was going up to the store to get a drink or somethin'
And a voice had told me to keep walking
And do not step foot on that stage for nothing
So I kept on walking
Then I camped out up in an abandoned house
I hated this rap shit and I hated my life
The spotlight does that when you can't get out
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low
Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know
I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into a car seat
And I'm hoping that y'all can forgive me, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
(Money and the fame)
(Money and the fame)
It just doesn't feel so right lately
(Money and the fame)
Don't know where I'm going tonight baby
(Money and the fame)
It just doesn't feel so right
Don't know where I'm going tonight
Someone guide me to the light, please
[Verse 2 - Hopsin:]
I got a girl back home, yeah
God know she the sweetest thing on earth
I can't sleep on her
But there's too many women on tour and I try not to cheat on her
Man, my options for pussy are unrealistic
There's bitches who'd give up a lung for this dick
My music be leaving 'em sprung and twisted
The average nigga would have fun with this shit, that's real
Here is a secret, you don't have to keep it between you and I
Upcoming rappers who 'bout to be touring, I promise the road will eat you alive
[Dizzy Wright:]
But you know that shit when you rise
And by no surprise, I'm not gon' feed into the lies
No, I'm not gon' say that you wrong
But I'm not gon' say that you right, it's hard to keep quiet
When all I do is hold you down
If I ain't know you then, well I feel like I know you now
I know you had a little doubt, but to hop off stage and find out
You done walked out, and you not taking nobody calls
You don't wanna deal with it
But I'm looking at these fans like damn there's a lot of y'all
You got me tripping with the bodyguard
Like "Nigga, how the f*ck you lose the headliner?"
Now I don't care that you left the show
I just wish you woulda let me know
Cause I don't know if you've been kidnapped
Or know somebody from the city where they live at
But, the way you went about it make it hard for me to feel bad
Honestly it made a nigga real mad
Cause I'm texting you like Hop the devil just testing you
When Fort Collins got respect for you
And that's why the next day, you was like
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low
Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know
I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into a car seat
And I'm hoping that y'all can forgive me, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry
(Money and the fame)
(Money and the fame)
It just doesn't feel so right lately
(Money and the fame)
Don't know where I'm going tonight baby
(Money and the fame)
It just doesn't feel so right
Don't know where I'm going tonight
Someone guide me to the light, please
Writer: LA'REONTE WRIGHT, MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
No Words (Skit)
Rah! I'ma hit a mothaf*cka with the pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
If you're looking for trouble then you found it, the new album
Of two-thousand-and-fifteen, I'm too violent
This shit seems like I'm cooped out with lucid dreams
I'm a new route for these emcee's
This is a drought that's coming
I'm about to sprout to start a new style's full of envy
I need to cool down what is in me
Everything I had bottled up pukes out when the pen bleeds
You drown from a 16, who's doubtin' the sick steeze?
I could spit a wild verse without taking a breath
Then crowd surf, who's helping this kid breathe?
The worlds against me so I gotta come harder than the average
Think smarter than the masses
Everybody's on the move, ain't no time to get caught up in the traffic
When shit goes down I got the heart of an assassin
This here's harder than my last shit
Gotta do it now, no luck in tomorrow if it crashes
If I do die before I awake, I don't think too many will feel sorrow for my ashes
With this song I've frozen time, don't skip this, don't rewind
The throne is mine, close your eyes as I provoke the mind
This was bound to happen before I wrote the lines
And it's so divine the way my influence multiplied
It's like I created a cult inside this rap industry
Please don't look so surprised
I'm at the top, I ain't throwing down a rope to climb, come on
Pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
If you're looking for trouble then you found it, the new album
Of two-thousand-and-fifteen, I'm too violent
This shit seems like I'm cooped out with lucid dreams
I'm a new route for these emcee's
This is a drought that's coming
I'm about to sprout to start a new style's full of envy
I need to cool down what is in me
Everything I had bottled up pukes out when the pen bleeds
You drown from a 16, who's doubtin' the sick steeze?
I could spit a wild verse without taking a breath
Then crowd surf, who's helping this kid breathe?
The worlds against me so I gotta come harder than the average
Think smarter than the masses
Everybody's on the move, ain't no time to get caught up in the traffic
When shit goes down I got the heart of an assassin
This here's harder than my last shit
Gotta do it now, no luck in tomorrow if it crashes
If I do die before I awake, I don't think too many will feel sorrow for my ashes
With this song I've frozen time, don't skip this, don't rewind
The throne is mine, close your eyes as I provoke the mind
This was bound to happen before I wrote the lines
And it's so divine the way my influence multiplied
It's like I created a cult inside this rap industry
Please don't look so surprised
I'm at the top, I ain't throwing down a rope to climb, come on
Pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC.
Crown Me
I'm from that small city called Panorama
Where them vato's roam and they blast they hammers
Never had no sense, so I'm bad with manners
Who'd have thought I'd be living life in the flashing cameras?
Got bitches on my nuts like pubics (Ooh)
Niggas could never figure me out like Rubik's (Cubes)
I be bullying everybody like I'm Brutus! (Who?)
So don't underestimate me, I do this, truest
I'm calm and ill but still drop bombs, I kill
You know the deal, with my godly skills
You wanna jog the field in my shoes? That's a lot to fill
It won't happen, you cannot be real
Man, there's so many rappers that wanna catch my fade
So many bitches that wanna snatch my blang
I'll probably end up on the news dead, bullet in the head
Mama in the street yelling "That's my baby!"
You want me to keep it to a minimal with the syllables?
I think you should get up off my genitals
Every nigga identical when they spit a flow, this shit is critical
Imma have to get rough and get all my sentinels
Nigga, what you be sipping on? I'm guessing your pen is broke
Is it difficult for you to get better? You're so despicable
'Cause your shit is boo-boo, your bars are predictable
I do not bump it, it's hard to get into you
Please admit it, man, the voyage is radical
Mind is set to just destroy, I'm an animal
Killing shit, man, I'm a poisonous antidote
I be on it, man, ya boy's international
Yeah, I'm mad with rhymes
Been doing this since '99, I'm a mastermind
Homie, it's 2015, and all my niggas gon' kill it
When they finish the job, the other half is mine
Fool, you ain't on that real shit
I live here, you on a field trip
I'm made of shit you ain't built with
You a bitch, yo girl need a real dick
It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this
You don't scare niggas, not even a little bit
I serve you, you get the bill quick
Crown me, I'm a real prince
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!
The rap game's mine, I revolve it 'round me, I think I have lost it
And my mind's exhausted, I'm nauseous from the process
Of hopping on stage and trying to dive in moshpits
Nigga, why you focused on diamonds?
These Cubic Zirconia's all up in my ear
Over jewelry, I don't get excited
My perception in life is "Why the f*ck am I here, nigga?"
I've been this way since your ass has been sucking on titties
Since niggas cocked back, and start busting on Fifty
Since J-Lo was mobbing in public with Diddy
Since Biggie and Pac got shot up, it's a pity
That's bullshit you're talking, I'm not in the mood, bro
Continue yapping, you'll see Hopsin is brutal
Keep pushing me, you gon' get dropped with some Judo
You fanning out like you want cock in yo culo
Niggas only in it for money and bitches
I don't even think they wanna rap no more
But they wanna be all over the television
Rocking feminine shit, tryna act homo
Old bi-ass niggas can't bypass niggas
"I can't change even if I tried"-ass niggas
Tight jeans on so they show your ass-ass niggas
In the pool with the homie, trying to splash-ass niggas
Fruity as Mike and Ike, you'll get diced to rice
When I arrive I pull up like "Hi! Surprise!"
It might be wise to hide when the nightly skies are high
F*cking with an 8, no life of Pi
Tell me, what position would the game be in
Without me having the ability to rape the pen?
Pound Syndrome, this is it, I'm weighing in
I still hate ya'll niggas and I can't pretend
Fool, you ain't on that real shit
I live here, you on a field trip
I'm made of shit you ain't built with
You a bitch, yo girl need a real dick
It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this
You don't scare niggas, not even a little bit
I serve you, you get the bill quick
Crown me, I'm a real prince
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!
Where them vato's roam and they blast they hammers
Never had no sense, so I'm bad with manners
Who'd have thought I'd be living life in the flashing cameras?
Got bitches on my nuts like pubics (Ooh)
Niggas could never figure me out like Rubik's (Cubes)
I be bullying everybody like I'm Brutus! (Who?)
So don't underestimate me, I do this, truest
I'm calm and ill but still drop bombs, I kill
You know the deal, with my godly skills
You wanna jog the field in my shoes? That's a lot to fill
It won't happen, you cannot be real
Man, there's so many rappers that wanna catch my fade
So many bitches that wanna snatch my blang
I'll probably end up on the news dead, bullet in the head
Mama in the street yelling "That's my baby!"
You want me to keep it to a minimal with the syllables?
I think you should get up off my genitals
Every nigga identical when they spit a flow, this shit is critical
Imma have to get rough and get all my sentinels
Nigga, what you be sipping on? I'm guessing your pen is broke
Is it difficult for you to get better? You're so despicable
'Cause your shit is boo-boo, your bars are predictable
I do not bump it, it's hard to get into you
Please admit it, man, the voyage is radical
Mind is set to just destroy, I'm an animal
Killing shit, man, I'm a poisonous antidote
I be on it, man, ya boy's international
Yeah, I'm mad with rhymes
Been doing this since '99, I'm a mastermind
Homie, it's 2015, and all my niggas gon' kill it
When they finish the job, the other half is mine
Fool, you ain't on that real shit
I live here, you on a field trip
I'm made of shit you ain't built with
You a bitch, yo girl need a real dick
It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this
You don't scare niggas, not even a little bit
I serve you, you get the bill quick
Crown me, I'm a real prince
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!
The rap game's mine, I revolve it 'round me, I think I have lost it
And my mind's exhausted, I'm nauseous from the process
Of hopping on stage and trying to dive in moshpits
Nigga, why you focused on diamonds?
These Cubic Zirconia's all up in my ear
Over jewelry, I don't get excited
My perception in life is "Why the f*ck am I here, nigga?"
I've been this way since your ass has been sucking on titties
Since niggas cocked back, and start busting on Fifty
Since J-Lo was mobbing in public with Diddy
Since Biggie and Pac got shot up, it's a pity
That's bullshit you're talking, I'm not in the mood, bro
Continue yapping, you'll see Hopsin is brutal
Keep pushing me, you gon' get dropped with some Judo
You fanning out like you want cock in yo culo
Niggas only in it for money and bitches
I don't even think they wanna rap no more
But they wanna be all over the television
Rocking feminine shit, tryna act homo
Old bi-ass niggas can't bypass niggas
"I can't change even if I tried"-ass niggas
Tight jeans on so they show your ass-ass niggas
In the pool with the homie, trying to splash-ass niggas
Fruity as Mike and Ike, you'll get diced to rice
When I arrive I pull up like "Hi! Surprise!"
It might be wise to hide when the nightly skies are high
F*cking with an 8, no life of Pi
Tell me, what position would the game be in
Without me having the ability to rape the pen?
Pound Syndrome, this is it, I'm weighing in
I still hate ya'll niggas and I can't pretend
Fool, you ain't on that real shit
I live here, you on a field trip
I'm made of shit you ain't built with
You a bitch, yo girl need a real dick
It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this
You don't scare niggas, not even a little bit
I serve you, you get the bill quick
Crown me, I'm a real prince
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!
Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO
Ill Mind Of Hopsin 7
It's us, mind power
Live life, mind power
It's us, mind power
Live life, mind power
Yo, f*ck anybody I might alarm
Life is a tour, I sit and ride along
Taking some notes and then I write the songs
I'm staring down the road my life has gone
Is this where I belong?
Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong?
My mental state is f*cking me up
And I cried upon while asking You for some answers
But we don't have that type of bond
Now my desire's gone with the way that I've been living lately
If I died right now, You'd turn the fire on
Sick of this bullshit, niggas call me a sellout
'Cause I hopped to Christianity so strongly then I fell out
Now I'm avoiding questions like a scared dog with his tail down
Feeling so damn humiliated 'cause they looking at me like I'm hellbound
What story should I tell now? I'll just expose the truth
I'm so close to the f*cking edge, I should be close to You
But who the f*ck are You? You never showed the proof
And I'm only f*cking human, yo, what am I supposed to do?
There's way too many different religions with vivid descriptions
Begging all f*cking men and women to listen
I can't even beat my dick without getting convicted
These ain't wicked decisions, I got different intentions
I been itching to get it, I've been given assistance
But the whole f*cking system is twisted
Now I'm dealing with this backlash because Marcus isn't a Christian
And I've been told that my sinful life is an addiction
But I can't buy it, it's just too hard to stand beside it
I need an answer and humans can't provide it
I look at the Earth and Sun and I can tell a genius man designed it
It's truly mind blowing, I can't deny it
Is heaven real? Is it fake? Is it really how I fantasize it?
Where's the Holy Ghost at? How long it take Man to find it?
My mind's a nonstop tape playing and I can't rewind it
You gave me a bible and expect me not to analyze it
I'm frustrated and you provoked it
I'm not reading that motherf*cking book because a human wrote it
I have a f*cking brain, You should know it
You gave it to me to think to avoid every useless moment
It was a mission that I had to abort
'Cause humans be lying with such an inaccurate source
It's gon' be hard to put me back on the course
Next Jehovah's witness to come on my porch, I swear I'm slammin' the door
A lot of folks believe it though, but I'm not surprised
Humans are f*cking dumb, still thinkin' that Pac's alive
I ain't trying to take your legacy and torch it down
I'm just saying, I ain't heard shit from the horse's mouth
Just sheep always telling stories of older guys
Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized
Now I'm supposed to bow my head and close my eyes
And somehow let the Holy Ghost arise, sounds like a f*cking poltergeist
Show yourself and the boom is done
Every rumor's gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you're the one
I'll admit that my sinful ways was stupid fun
And all my old habits can hop onto of a roof to plunge
I'll donate to a charity that could use the funds
F*ck the club, instead of bitches I'd hang with a group of nuns
And everyone I ran into would know what I came to do
I wouldn't take a step unless it was in the name of You
I hate the fact that I have to believe
You haven't been chatting with me like you did Adam and Eve
And I ain't seen no talking snake unravel from trees
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me
I don't know if you do or don't exist, shit is driving me crazy
Send your condolences, this is me reaching to you so don't forget
If hell is truly your pit of fire and I get thrown in it
I'mma probably regret the fact that I ever wrote this shit
My gut feeling says it's all fake, I hate to say it but f*ck it, shit I done lost faith
This isn't a small phase, my perspective's all changed
My thoughts just keep picking shit apart all day
And in my mind, I make perfect sense
If you aren't real then all my prayers aren't worth a cent
That would mean that I could just make up what my purpose is
And I could just sit in the church and say f*ck in the services
Man, what if Jesus was a facade? Then that would mean the government's God
I feel like they've been brainwashing us with a lot
So much that we don't even notice that we're stuck in the box
Man everything is what if, why is it always, "what if?"
Planet Earth, "what if?" The universe, "what if?"
My sacrifice, "what if?" My afterlife, "what if?"
Every f*cking thing that deals with you is f*cking suspect
I'm f*cking done, I'm f*cking done
This is my f*cking life and I'm living it, I'm having fun
If you really care for me, prove that I need to live carefully
But I'll be damned if I put my own pleasure aside for an afterlife that isn't even guaranteed
We are you, and you're us, stop playing games
My life's all I got, and heaven is all in my brain
And when I feel I'm in hell, my ideas are what get me through pain
Do as you please, and I'll just do me, I'm a human, I'll stay in my lane
Ill mind
It's us, mind power
Live life, mind power
It's us, mind power
Live life, mind power
Live life, mind power
It's us, mind power
Live life, mind power
Yo, f*ck anybody I might alarm
Life is a tour, I sit and ride along
Taking some notes and then I write the songs
I'm staring down the road my life has gone
Is this where I belong?
Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong?
My mental state is f*cking me up
And I cried upon while asking You for some answers
But we don't have that type of bond
Now my desire's gone with the way that I've been living lately
If I died right now, You'd turn the fire on
Sick of this bullshit, niggas call me a sellout
'Cause I hopped to Christianity so strongly then I fell out
Now I'm avoiding questions like a scared dog with his tail down
Feeling so damn humiliated 'cause they looking at me like I'm hellbound
What story should I tell now? I'll just expose the truth
I'm so close to the f*cking edge, I should be close to You
But who the f*ck are You? You never showed the proof
And I'm only f*cking human, yo, what am I supposed to do?
There's way too many different religions with vivid descriptions
Begging all f*cking men and women to listen
I can't even beat my dick without getting convicted
These ain't wicked decisions, I got different intentions
I been itching to get it, I've been given assistance
But the whole f*cking system is twisted
Now I'm dealing with this backlash because Marcus isn't a Christian
And I've been told that my sinful life is an addiction
But I can't buy it, it's just too hard to stand beside it
I need an answer and humans can't provide it
I look at the Earth and Sun and I can tell a genius man designed it
It's truly mind blowing, I can't deny it
Is heaven real? Is it fake? Is it really how I fantasize it?
Where's the Holy Ghost at? How long it take Man to find it?
My mind's a nonstop tape playing and I can't rewind it
You gave me a bible and expect me not to analyze it
I'm frustrated and you provoked it
I'm not reading that motherf*cking book because a human wrote it
I have a f*cking brain, You should know it
You gave it to me to think to avoid every useless moment
It was a mission that I had to abort
'Cause humans be lying with such an inaccurate source
It's gon' be hard to put me back on the course
Next Jehovah's witness to come on my porch, I swear I'm slammin' the door
A lot of folks believe it though, but I'm not surprised
Humans are f*cking dumb, still thinkin' that Pac's alive
I ain't trying to take your legacy and torch it down
I'm just saying, I ain't heard shit from the horse's mouth
Just sheep always telling stories of older guys
Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized
Now I'm supposed to bow my head and close my eyes
And somehow let the Holy Ghost arise, sounds like a f*cking poltergeist
Show yourself and the boom is done
Every rumor's gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you're the one
I'll admit that my sinful ways was stupid fun
And all my old habits can hop onto of a roof to plunge
I'll donate to a charity that could use the funds
F*ck the club, instead of bitches I'd hang with a group of nuns
And everyone I ran into would know what I came to do
I wouldn't take a step unless it was in the name of You
I hate the fact that I have to believe
You haven't been chatting with me like you did Adam and Eve
And I ain't seen no talking snake unravel from trees
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me
I don't know if you do or don't exist, shit is driving me crazy
Send your condolences, this is me reaching to you so don't forget
If hell is truly your pit of fire and I get thrown in it
I'mma probably regret the fact that I ever wrote this shit
My gut feeling says it's all fake, I hate to say it but f*ck it, shit I done lost faith
This isn't a small phase, my perspective's all changed
My thoughts just keep picking shit apart all day
And in my mind, I make perfect sense
If you aren't real then all my prayers aren't worth a cent
That would mean that I could just make up what my purpose is
And I could just sit in the church and say f*ck in the services
Man, what if Jesus was a facade? Then that would mean the government's God
I feel like they've been brainwashing us with a lot
So much that we don't even notice that we're stuck in the box
Man everything is what if, why is it always, "what if?"
Planet Earth, "what if?" The universe, "what if?"
My sacrifice, "what if?" My afterlife, "what if?"
Every f*cking thing that deals with you is f*cking suspect
I'm f*cking done, I'm f*cking done
This is my f*cking life and I'm living it, I'm having fun
If you really care for me, prove that I need to live carefully
But I'll be damned if I put my own pleasure aside for an afterlife that isn't even guaranteed
We are you, and you're us, stop playing games
My life's all I got, and heaven is all in my brain
And when I feel I'm in hell, my ideas are what get me through pain
Do as you please, and I'll just do me, I'm a human, I'll stay in my lane
Ill mind
It's us, mind power
Live life, mind power
It's us, mind power
Live life, mind power
Writer: Marcus Jamal Hopson
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
FV Til I Die
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll, dawg
The second niggas take they eyes off me
I leave 'em on the side of the road, dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the f*ck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Hopsin:]
Yeah, you behind if you don't know the power (nigga)
Product this shit the moment Ruthless started goin' sour (what?)
Niggas is sayin' f*ck you to us, but we have spoke it louder
Now they come to us for advice in the game, they know it's ours (true)
Cause It's so hard just to survive in this era
We learn from trial and error, it's hard for cowards to bare us
They know the style is terror, nigga we everywhere
Yeezy and Hov ain't the only niggas that's wildin' in Paris
Back in the day, me and my nigga SwizZz was always in grind mode
Reppin' that 818 was just like walkin' that tightrope
We've seen rappers come and go and get lost in this cycle
So we had to f*ckin' make sure we left all of your minds blown
SwizZz? He told me 'bout his brother Damien sayin' that he could create a structure for us
We're guaranteed to make a win
I said I'm in, let the games begin
So he introduced us, then after that
We plotted on some ways to make us trend, yeah
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll, dawg
The second niggas take they eyes off me
I leave 'em on the side of the road, dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the f*ck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
[Verse 2 - Hopsin:]
You see, I took a shot out of the glass of mischief
Made an album so raw the way you just had to get it, every track explicit
I figured those of you who was in love with rap would listen
And tell your parents that it's the one gift they should grab for Christmas
Then I blew up way faster than what I had predicted
It's like magic, isn't it, they love my language and graphic image
Some people thought Ruthless put me into a bad position
But I over came it and outshined 'em, I'm back up in it
2011, went on a nation wide tour
Came back and dropped that Ill Mind 4
That put me in a cool place, swiped up a million views in a few days
I celebrated inside of swimming pools sippin' Kool Aid
I shot a video with my nigga Tech and B.o.B
I went from feeling lonely to how does everyone know me?
2012, I made the XXL Freshman list
I knew that this f*ckin' game was gon' be mine when I stepped in it
Come on, man
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll, dawg
The second niggas take they eyes off me
I leave 'em on the side of the road, dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the f*ck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
[Verse 3- Hopsin:]
I was online chillin', bloggin' and what not (okay)
I stumbled across this one nigga, reminded me of a young Pac (right)
I asked Dame if he heard of Dizzy he said, "Come on Hop
I been bumpin' his shit before you, bruh, his songs hot."
If he had that push, then so many doors'll become unlocked
He said we should sign him, I said that's a long shot
We flew him to Denver to see our show and said you f*ck with this shit?
He said, "Shit nigga, yiggity yamp, I'm up in this bitch."
A few months later, one of the homies had stopped me
Asked if I had seen this raunchy, zombie filled, godly video, that's beyond beast
I said, "probably, I don't know, who the f*ck you speakin 'bout?"
He showed me Skitzo by Jarren Benton, I started freakin' out!
I'm like, oh shit! I had to show SwizZz
And Dame and they both flipped, it's a trip, this nigga's so sick!
We had to put him on quick and blow this nigga up
Now we got a serious squad, the truth, it is nuts
[Verse 4 - SwizZz:]
Yo, I took the college route to figure out my path in life
Romp the UCI and that lead me right back behind the mic
I tried to make my dad proud, brother got his MBA
While I was wildin', takin' random classes tryna find my way
Junior year, I had to bounce not to blindly chasin' dream
Calculated riffs, I knew that I devised a perfect scheme
Hop was gazin' at the moonlight, I just hit the valley scene
Dame got rocked by the recession, then we formed the f*ckin' team
F-U-N-K-V-O-L-U-M-E, nigga
Seven years into this shit, somehow we're only gettin' bigger
And we're just now gonna start the shit, I've been up out the picture
Dizzy, Hop, Jarren, and Hoppa stay confident I deliver
So I'm grateful for the chance and the position that I'm placed
Meet the aftermath, the aftermath, the Funk is in your face
Independent livin', we control every decision made
What up Dame? Prepare the reign, we killin' this thing, it won't stop, bitch!
[Hopsin & SwizZz:]
Haha, Zzzeed up
Don't act like you don't know what time it is fool
SwizZz
Dizzy motherf*ckin' Wright
Jarren Benton
DJ Hoppa
Let's make it
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Ye-yeah, who the f*ck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll, dawg
The second niggas take they eyes off me
I leave 'em on the side of the road, dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the f*ck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Hopsin:]
Yeah, you behind if you don't know the power (nigga)
Product this shit the moment Ruthless started goin' sour (what?)
Niggas is sayin' f*ck you to us, but we have spoke it louder
Now they come to us for advice in the game, they know it's ours (true)
Cause It's so hard just to survive in this era
We learn from trial and error, it's hard for cowards to bare us
They know the style is terror, nigga we everywhere
Yeezy and Hov ain't the only niggas that's wildin' in Paris
Back in the day, me and my nigga SwizZz was always in grind mode
Reppin' that 818 was just like walkin' that tightrope
We've seen rappers come and go and get lost in this cycle
So we had to f*ckin' make sure we left all of your minds blown
SwizZz? He told me 'bout his brother Damien sayin' that he could create a structure for us
We're guaranteed to make a win
I said I'm in, let the games begin
So he introduced us, then after that
We plotted on some ways to make us trend, yeah
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll, dawg
The second niggas take they eyes off me
I leave 'em on the side of the road, dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the f*ck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
[Verse 2 - Hopsin:]
You see, I took a shot out of the glass of mischief
Made an album so raw the way you just had to get it, every track explicit
I figured those of you who was in love with rap would listen
And tell your parents that it's the one gift they should grab for Christmas
Then I blew up way faster than what I had predicted
It's like magic, isn't it, they love my language and graphic image
Some people thought Ruthless put me into a bad position
But I over came it and outshined 'em, I'm back up in it
2011, went on a nation wide tour
Came back and dropped that Ill Mind 4
That put me in a cool place, swiped up a million views in a few days
I celebrated inside of swimming pools sippin' Kool Aid
I shot a video with my nigga Tech and B.o.B
I went from feeling lonely to how does everyone know me?
2012, I made the XXL Freshman list
I knew that this f*ckin' game was gon' be mine when I stepped in it
Come on, man
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll, dawg
The second niggas take they eyes off me
I leave 'em on the side of the road, dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the f*ck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
[Verse 3- Hopsin:]
I was online chillin', bloggin' and what not (okay)
I stumbled across this one nigga, reminded me of a young Pac (right)
I asked Dame if he heard of Dizzy he said, "Come on Hop
I been bumpin' his shit before you, bruh, his songs hot."
If he had that push, then so many doors'll become unlocked
He said we should sign him, I said that's a long shot
We flew him to Denver to see our show and said you f*ck with this shit?
He said, "Shit nigga, yiggity yamp, I'm up in this bitch."
A few months later, one of the homies had stopped me
Asked if I had seen this raunchy, zombie filled, godly video, that's beyond beast
I said, "probably, I don't know, who the f*ck you speakin 'bout?"
He showed me Skitzo by Jarren Benton, I started freakin' out!
I'm like, oh shit! I had to show SwizZz
And Dame and they both flipped, it's a trip, this nigga's so sick!
We had to put him on quick and blow this nigga up
Now we got a serious squad, the truth, it is nuts
[Verse 4 - SwizZz:]
Yo, I took the college route to figure out my path in life
Romp the UCI and that lead me right back behind the mic
I tried to make my dad proud, brother got his MBA
While I was wildin', takin' random classes tryna find my way
Junior year, I had to bounce not to blindly chasin' dream
Calculated riffs, I knew that I devised a perfect scheme
Hop was gazin' at the moonlight, I just hit the valley scene
Dame got rocked by the recession, then we formed the f*ckin' team
F-U-N-K-V-O-L-U-M-E, nigga
Seven years into this shit, somehow we're only gettin' bigger
And we're just now gonna start the shit, I've been up out the picture
Dizzy, Hop, Jarren, and Hoppa stay confident I deliver
So I'm grateful for the chance and the position that I'm placed
Meet the aftermath, the aftermath, the Funk is in your face
Independent livin', we control every decision made
What up Dame? Prepare the reign, we killin' this thing, it won't stop, bitch!
[Hopsin & SwizZz:]
Haha, Zzzeed up
Don't act like you don't know what time it is fool
SwizZz
Dizzy motherf*ckin' Wright
Jarren Benton
DJ Hoppa
Let's make it
[Hook - Hopsin:]
Ye-yeah, who the f*ck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
Writer: JUSTIN RITTER, MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
My Love
Baby, I know we goin' through shit and you feel like there ain't no solution
You say I'm a nuisance and think I be playin'
These games with your heart and not purposely bruise it
That's when I lose it and flip, put the blame all on you like it's all your fault
Now I'm goin' through your phone, you goin' through mine
And we wrestlin', I'm hopin' you don't call no cops
Baby, I love you, don't be jealous of females I know that I've meant down the way
You mention they name on a regular basis and you just be givin' the space in my brain
You'll look me straight in the face, swear that
I'm stickin' my penis up in every girl that I'm friends with
And that's the moment I say, "I don't even know why
I'm in a relationship, I want to end it"
Let's just chill the f*ck out, girl, we livin' in the same damn house
Everywhere I go, you go, and you go, I go, so what we naggin' about?
Shit, not a goddamn thing, maybe we just like to hear ourselves talkin'
We do it way too often, I think we both lost it
Our love just might be in the coffin, oh shit
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I feel like your parents don't like me, I hate that you tell 'em our problems
See, when I first met 'em I knew that they fell in love with me
But then I fell straight to the bottom
Now your daddy textin' me sayin' to fly you home and he bein' so passive, aggressive
Then I'm like "sure you gon' pay for her ticket?"
That is the question, dammit I'm stressin'
I've been sufferin' from manic depressin', baby it takes a real man to confess it
I don't care if you confront me with issues
You got just be careful with how you address it
Cause sometimes you attackin' me the wrong way, and then my mind think the wrong way
Then all of a sudden I be actin' like I got no brain
And I'm doin' foul shit like it's okay
But don't say I ain't ever tryna make things better
You been the only f*cker since the day we met up
Every time we get into it, you got me wishin' that
I never broke up with my girlfriend back in maryada
You say I don't love you then I don't know what else to do
Cause I don't want nobody else but you
I know that I've been hurtin' you and you've been hurtin' me
So baby lets get it right because fightin' doesn't help the bruise, we both lose
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
Why do we fight so often?
These games are oh so ridiculous though we cannot let this shit get to us
We just need to focus on the brighter side so we can make it
And if you ain't doin' somethin' I like, then I promise you that I'ma be a little more patient
Cause these bad vibes are contagious and our relationship is now breakin'
And I know, I know, I know your heart is constantly achin'
It's like I snatched it out of your chest and tore it up, just tore it up
And I, I played the bad guy towards you more than once, yes, more than once
Man, this shit be frustratin' me
If you ain't the one then who may it be?
We tried to make love, but we made a beast
Now we just stuck cause we can't agree
This is my heart, please take a piece
And put it in a safe place to remind you
There's a million other guys in the world to choose
But none of 'em will ever love you like I do, baby
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
You say I'm a nuisance and think I be playin'
These games with your heart and not purposely bruise it
That's when I lose it and flip, put the blame all on you like it's all your fault
Now I'm goin' through your phone, you goin' through mine
And we wrestlin', I'm hopin' you don't call no cops
Baby, I love you, don't be jealous of females I know that I've meant down the way
You mention they name on a regular basis and you just be givin' the space in my brain
You'll look me straight in the face, swear that
I'm stickin' my penis up in every girl that I'm friends with
And that's the moment I say, "I don't even know why
I'm in a relationship, I want to end it"
Let's just chill the f*ck out, girl, we livin' in the same damn house
Everywhere I go, you go, and you go, I go, so what we naggin' about?
Shit, not a goddamn thing, maybe we just like to hear ourselves talkin'
We do it way too often, I think we both lost it
Our love just might be in the coffin, oh shit
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I feel like your parents don't like me, I hate that you tell 'em our problems
See, when I first met 'em I knew that they fell in love with me
But then I fell straight to the bottom
Now your daddy textin' me sayin' to fly you home and he bein' so passive, aggressive
Then I'm like "sure you gon' pay for her ticket?"
That is the question, dammit I'm stressin'
I've been sufferin' from manic depressin', baby it takes a real man to confess it
I don't care if you confront me with issues
You got just be careful with how you address it
Cause sometimes you attackin' me the wrong way, and then my mind think the wrong way
Then all of a sudden I be actin' like I got no brain
And I'm doin' foul shit like it's okay
But don't say I ain't ever tryna make things better
You been the only f*cker since the day we met up
Every time we get into it, you got me wishin' that
I never broke up with my girlfriend back in maryada
You say I don't love you then I don't know what else to do
Cause I don't want nobody else but you
I know that I've been hurtin' you and you've been hurtin' me
So baby lets get it right because fightin' doesn't help the bruise, we both lose
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
Why do we fight so often?
These games are oh so ridiculous though we cannot let this shit get to us
We just need to focus on the brighter side so we can make it
And if you ain't doin' somethin' I like, then I promise you that I'ma be a little more patient
Cause these bad vibes are contagious and our relationship is now breakin'
And I know, I know, I know your heart is constantly achin'
It's like I snatched it out of your chest and tore it up, just tore it up
And I, I played the bad guy towards you more than once, yes, more than once
Man, this shit be frustratin' me
If you ain't the one then who may it be?
We tried to make love, but we made a beast
Now we just stuck cause we can't agree
This is my heart, please take a piece
And put it in a safe place to remind you
There's a million other guys in the world to choose
But none of 'em will ever love you like I do, baby
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
I don't give a f*ck what the people that surround you do believe
Ain't nobody else in the world that's out there for you but me
Ain't nobody gon' ride for you like I'll ride for you, my love
Ain't nobody gon' die for you like I'll die for you, my love
Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
No F*cks Given
Rah! I'ma hit a mothaf*cka with the pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
If you're looking for trouble then you found it, the new album
Of two-thousand-and-fifteen, I'm too violent
This shit seems like I'm cooped out with lucid dreams
I'm a new route for these emcee's
This is a drought that's coming
I'm about to sprout to start a new style's full of envy
I need to cool down what is in me
Everything I had bottled up pukes out when the pen bleeds
You drown from a 16, who's doubtin' the sick steeze?
I could spit a wild verse without taking a breath
Then crowd surf, who's helping this kid breathe?
The worlds against me so I gotta come harder than the average
Think smarter than the masses
Everybody's on the move, ain't no time to get caught up in the traffic
When shit goes down I got the heart of an assassin
This here's harder than my last shit
Gotta do it now, no luck in tomorrow if it crashes
If I do die before I awake, I don't think too many will feel sorrow for my ashes
With this song I've frozen time, don't skip this, don't rewind
The throne is mine, close your eyes as I provoke the mind
This was bound to happen before I wrote the lines
And it's so divine the way my influence multiplied
It's like I created a cult inside this rap industry
Please don't look so surprised
I'm at the top, I ain't throwing down a rope to climb, come on
Pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
If you're looking for trouble then you found it, the new album
Of two-thousand-and-fifteen, I'm too violent
This shit seems like I'm cooped out with lucid dreams
I'm a new route for these emcee's
This is a drought that's coming
I'm about to sprout to start a new style's full of envy
I need to cool down what is in me
Everything I had bottled up pukes out when the pen bleeds
You drown from a 16, who's doubtin' the sick steeze?
I could spit a wild verse without taking a breath
Then crowd surf, who's helping this kid breathe?
The worlds against me so I gotta come harder than the average
Think smarter than the masses
Everybody's on the move, ain't no time to get caught up in the traffic
When shit goes down I got the heart of an assassin
This here's harder than my last shit
Gotta do it now, no luck in tomorrow if it crashes
If I do die before I awake, I don't think too many will feel sorrow for my ashes
With this song I've frozen time, don't skip this, don't rewind
The throne is mine, close your eyes as I provoke the mind
This was bound to happen before I wrote the lines
And it's so divine the way my influence multiplied
It's like I created a cult inside this rap industry
Please don't look so surprised
I'm at the top, I ain't throwing down a rope to climb, come on
Pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Fly
Rah! I'ma hit a mothaf*cka with the pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
If you're looking for trouble then you found it, the new album
Of two-thousand-and-fifteen, I'm too violent
This shit seems like I'm cooped out with lucid dreams
I'm a new route for these emcee's
This is a drought that's coming
I'm about to sprout to start a new style's full of envy
I need to cool down what is in me
Everything I had bottled up pukes out when the pen bleeds
You drown from a 16, who's doubtin' the sick steeze?
I could spit a wild verse without taking a breath
Then crowd surf, who's helping this kid breathe?
The worlds against me so I gotta come harder than the average
Think smarter than the masses
Everybody's on the move, ain't no time to get caught up in the traffic
When shit goes down I got the heart of an assassin
This here's harder than my last shit
Gotta do it now, no luck in tomorrow if it crashes
If I do die before I awake, I don't think too many will feel sorrow for my ashes
With this song I've frozen time, don't skip this, don't rewind
The throne is mine, close your eyes as I provoke the mind
This was bound to happen before I wrote the lines
And it's so divine the way my influence multiplied
It's like I created a cult inside this rap industry
Please don't look so surprised
I'm at the top, I ain't throwing down a rope to climb, come on
Pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
If you're looking for trouble then you found it, the new album
Of two-thousand-and-fifteen, I'm too violent
This shit seems like I'm cooped out with lucid dreams
I'm a new route for these emcee's
This is a drought that's coming
I'm about to sprout to start a new style's full of envy
I need to cool down what is in me
Everything I had bottled up pukes out when the pen bleeds
You drown from a 16, who's doubtin' the sick steeze?
I could spit a wild verse without taking a breath
Then crowd surf, who's helping this kid breathe?
The worlds against me so I gotta come harder than the average
Think smarter than the masses
Everybody's on the move, ain't no time to get caught up in the traffic
When shit goes down I got the heart of an assassin
This here's harder than my last shit
Gotta do it now, no luck in tomorrow if it crashes
If I do die before I awake, I don't think too many will feel sorrow for my ashes
With this song I've frozen time, don't skip this, don't rewind
The throne is mine, close your eyes as I provoke the mind
This was bound to happen before I wrote the lines
And it's so divine the way my influence multiplied
It's like I created a cult inside this rap industry
Please don't look so surprised
I'm at the top, I ain't throwing down a rope to climb, come on
Pound, pound, pound, pound
It's the Pound Syndrome
Good God the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Un-unbelievable Pound Syndrome
Can you, can you, ca-can you believe it?
The Pound, the-the-the-the-the
The pound, the pound, the pound, the pound, the pound
Writer: Marcus Jamal Hopson
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
I Just Cant
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
(pound syndrome)
F*ckin' with me then it can get (ugly)
Stuffin' your corpse in a mattress (lovely)
Then I'll invite your girlfriend over for a sleepover on that nigga that's (disgusting)
She can gag this (dumpling)
Ho do not stop till my shaft's (erupting)
You shoulda known what the f*ck I was tryna do, I did not call your ass over for nothing
How do I feel? here's a riddle son
Cut all my fingers off except the middle ones (what?)
Now bend your ass over and sit on one (what?)
A.k.a. I've lost it, nigga run
Whole world gettin' so sick of em, my nuts swing like a pendulum
I'm on instagram right now postin' pics of 'em
They are so cute together, aren't they, look at them (awwh)
One's bigger than the other though, just thought I'd let you mutha'f*ckas know
I'm posted in a bungalow, gettin' deep throat from a juggalo
Please do not get your face paint on my stomach ho
Where the real mcs? there are no more
Swag ship took sail and they all on board
Holla at me when you wanna learn the art of war
I carnivore, flexin' hard like I'm arnold schwarz
I'm explicit business, witness sickness spit from the lips of mischief
Talk shit, get hit I can split your wig with a
Knife into your dome with my fist to clinch it (that's murder homie)
Oh shit, oh my, hit a nigga like I'm kimbo slice
And spend your life, so bitch don't try
I throw you out a f*ckin window, bye
And film it on vine, and get more likes (well, oh right)
Soon as that cyclone hits, you know I'm back on that psycho shit
I got psychosis, my brains filled with deadly microchips
I'm plottin' your death with crayons and hieroglyphs (you crazy, nigga)
Huh, I know this, in the club too turnt tryna fight your bitch
Swing at me nigga I won't flinch, can't you see my f*ckin' minds on grinch, I love violence
I'm like damn, shit
F*ck nigga, shit
I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
Yeah, yeah, nigga
I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
Yeah, yeah, nigga
I just can't deal with these niggas no more
Put a nigga in that stove (like roast)
I know, you phoned, 5-0, I'm ghost (peww)
Straight through the exit, f*ck a ho and use the same condom on the next bitch
Nasty ass nigga having sex with a dead chick
Film it with the gopro, slow-mo, and upload it to netflix
Uhmm, excuse me I hate to bother
Do you know where I can find a little asian parlor?
Where they'll play with my balls like a game of soccer
And f*ck me too for like eighty dollars?
I need my dick scrubbed and bathed in water
I hold the bitch down to play some doctor
If I ask her for it, it's gon' make it awkward
If I tip her well she'll give brains and swallow
I'm a nutcase with add
Who rapes these beats, don't try cause you can't be me
Ya'll can't be pleased, stop hatin' on my angry steez
It makes me cheese, I barely know my abc's
But still I'm on and I made like 2 million bucks
Oh, look at y'all niggas now, you give a f*ck
Shit, askin' to be on my team tryna take my god damn cream cause you niggas stuck
Same niggas always name droppin' like
"aye hopsin, I rap too, I'm tryna get paid off it
Dre heard my shit and said it was great
I'll probably get signed to eminem any day
And next week, snoop dogg, he gon' get me blazed
One time I opened up a concert for mgk
My big partner, lil cousin, man, he friends with drake
And big boy up at power said he'll get me play
I had a video on worldstar, dawg believe it
I don't know what happened but it got deleted"
(man if you don't get your ass out of my god damn face talkin' that bullshit nigga)
Stop it with the lies dude, I'ma just remind you
I hate phony niggas, I will not pretend to like you
Thirsty ass niggas love talkin' when I slide through
F*ck you, nigga you ain't hoppin' into my crew
Damn, shit
F*ck nigga
I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
Yeah, yeah, nigga
I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
Yeah, yeah
I just can't deal with these niggas no more
F*ck, shit
Man, I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
F*ck, shit, damn
(pound syndrome)
F*ckin' with me then it can get (ugly)
Stuffin' your corpse in a mattress (lovely)
Then I'll invite your girlfriend over for a sleepover on that nigga that's (disgusting)
She can gag this (dumpling)
Ho do not stop till my shaft's (erupting)
You shoulda known what the f*ck I was tryna do, I did not call your ass over for nothing
How do I feel? here's a riddle son
Cut all my fingers off except the middle ones (what?)
Now bend your ass over and sit on one (what?)
A.k.a. I've lost it, nigga run
Whole world gettin' so sick of em, my nuts swing like a pendulum
I'm on instagram right now postin' pics of 'em
They are so cute together, aren't they, look at them (awwh)
One's bigger than the other though, just thought I'd let you mutha'f*ckas know
I'm posted in a bungalow, gettin' deep throat from a juggalo
Please do not get your face paint on my stomach ho
Where the real mcs? there are no more
Swag ship took sail and they all on board
Holla at me when you wanna learn the art of war
I carnivore, flexin' hard like I'm arnold schwarz
I'm explicit business, witness sickness spit from the lips of mischief
Talk shit, get hit I can split your wig with a
Knife into your dome with my fist to clinch it (that's murder homie)
Oh shit, oh my, hit a nigga like I'm kimbo slice
And spend your life, so bitch don't try
I throw you out a f*ckin window, bye
And film it on vine, and get more likes (well, oh right)
Soon as that cyclone hits, you know I'm back on that psycho shit
I got psychosis, my brains filled with deadly microchips
I'm plottin' your death with crayons and hieroglyphs (you crazy, nigga)
Huh, I know this, in the club too turnt tryna fight your bitch
Swing at me nigga I won't flinch, can't you see my f*ckin' minds on grinch, I love violence
I'm like damn, shit
F*ck nigga, shit
I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
Yeah, yeah, nigga
I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
Yeah, yeah, nigga
I just can't deal with these niggas no more
Put a nigga in that stove (like roast)
I know, you phoned, 5-0, I'm ghost (peww)
Straight through the exit, f*ck a ho and use the same condom on the next bitch
Nasty ass nigga having sex with a dead chick
Film it with the gopro, slow-mo, and upload it to netflix
Uhmm, excuse me I hate to bother
Do you know where I can find a little asian parlor?
Where they'll play with my balls like a game of soccer
And f*ck me too for like eighty dollars?
I need my dick scrubbed and bathed in water
I hold the bitch down to play some doctor
If I ask her for it, it's gon' make it awkward
If I tip her well she'll give brains and swallow
I'm a nutcase with add
Who rapes these beats, don't try cause you can't be me
Ya'll can't be pleased, stop hatin' on my angry steez
It makes me cheese, I barely know my abc's
But still I'm on and I made like 2 million bucks
Oh, look at y'all niggas now, you give a f*ck
Shit, askin' to be on my team tryna take my god damn cream cause you niggas stuck
Same niggas always name droppin' like
"aye hopsin, I rap too, I'm tryna get paid off it
Dre heard my shit and said it was great
I'll probably get signed to eminem any day
And next week, snoop dogg, he gon' get me blazed
One time I opened up a concert for mgk
My big partner, lil cousin, man, he friends with drake
And big boy up at power said he'll get me play
I had a video on worldstar, dawg believe it
I don't know what happened but it got deleted"
(man if you don't get your ass out of my god damn face talkin' that bullshit nigga)
Stop it with the lies dude, I'ma just remind you
I hate phony niggas, I will not pretend to like you
Thirsty ass niggas love talkin' when I slide through
F*ck you, nigga you ain't hoppin' into my crew
Damn, shit
F*ck nigga
I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
Yeah, yeah, nigga
I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
Yeah, yeah
I just can't deal with these niggas no more
F*ck, shit
Man, I just can't deal with these niggas no more, man
F*ck, shit, damn
Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Pound Syndrome is the fourth studio album by American rapper Hopsin. The album was released on July 24, 2015, through Funk Volume and Warner Bros. Records.
The album was supported by four singles: "Ill Mind of Hopsin 7", "Crown Me", "Fly" and "Fort Collins". Pound Syndrome was the last release on the label Funk Volume, which was co-owned by Hopsin, before the label disbanded in 2016.
Performed By:
HopsinThe album was supported by four singles: "Ill Mind of Hopsin 7", "Crown Me", "Fly" and "Fort Collins". Pound Syndrome was the last release on the label Funk Volume, which was co-owned by Hopsin, before the label disbanded in 2016.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Hopsin
Length: 58:45
Released: July 24th, 2015
Year: 2015