Letra de P.O.V. - Clipse

(Feat. Tyler, The Creator)

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach

Take Amtrak down south then she flies back

My connect has ponytails tied back

I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek

They content create, I despise that

I create content then they tries that

Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back

I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at?

All I see is sixty-day stars and twenty-year thousandaires

Not enough shoppin', whole lot of browsingaires

My reinvention, I know you thinkin', "How's it fair?"

You stream kings but you never fit a crowd in there

Supreme Team, parallels when the powder clears

I seen things that I'm still not even proud to share

You Zeus network niggas, you hear me loud and clear

Get these fifty-five-hundred a hosting, niggas out of here

Sand color Rolls Royce, we like Saudis here

The only Audi here is driven by my au pair

Ghostface with the wrist, bird falconaire

Willy Falcon, trunk full of talcum here

Shotgun wit' your ex, feels like Malcolm's near

Send a hit through a text, ain't no shoutin' here

Bypass M.I.A., too much crowd in there

I spent summers wit' connects, love that mountain air

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach

Take Amtrak down south then she flies back

My connect has ponytails tied back

I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek

They content create, I despise that

I create content then they tries that

Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back

I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at? (Yeah, okay)

Call me Mr. Brella, how I weather the storm

F40, 3 milly I peel off like an orange

I got deaf and blind bitches trying to see what it do

Little feature niggas threaten to sue

Tell your lawyer to set the fee (Send it)

LaFerrari doors open up like it's therapy (Uh huh)

That number ain't bread to me

That million is crumbs, you niggas is bums

I'm not a tough guy, I'm a Flower Boy, them bees get you stung

Oh, nah, nah, nah, yeah, they will buzz for me (Buzz)

You tricky niggas puzzle me

I could never buy a bitch a Birkin 'cause she fucking me (Uh)

I got homes I ain't sleep in, the options

My nigga Push keep dirty white, moving like mosh pits

They watching, I'm like white bitches the way I pop shit (Uh)

I need God to play the lead in my biopic (Hahahahaha)

The curse of the zeros

When you become the Devil or the tap dancing negro

I came to terms that I'ma probably outgrow my heroes

Come get with me, hoo

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach

Take Amtrak down south then she flies back

My connect has ponytails tied back

I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek

They content create, I despise that

I create content then they tries that

Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back

I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at?

If they had to weigh the operation, call it obese

I mix it like Mahomes, then I tell 'em go deep

The rag top drop, playin' hide and go seek

The Bentley leather match the piping, that's the Motif

Just to think I built a rap career off an O-Z

I'm watchin' new niggas rap just to OD

If I didn't give you both sides, I wouldn't be me

I was the only one to walk away and really be free

As far as I'm concerned, I do really be he

I can open up my closet with a skeleton key

If I lie to myself, I can sell it to me

I done sung along with rappers I never believed

Came back for the money, that's the Devil in me

Had to hide it from the church, that's the Jekyll in me

I never thought twice what the pressure would be

'Cause niggas' chains look just like oppression to me

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach

Take Amtrak down south then she flies back

My connect has ponytails tied back

I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek

They content create, I despise that

I create content then they tries that

Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back

I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at?

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