BBU - Beat Let it Pound lyrics

[Intro] [x6] Beat let it pound Let it beat Let it pound [Verse 1: Epic] They got me f**ed up (How?) I'll never understand And ain't not pizza hut or taco bells up in my hood (That's racist) We do got liquor stores Cheetos and honey buns And we ballin' if you carrying a hundred ones They holler rocks and blows GDs in black sloans Some call it's project's vandal All my n***as balling homes [Chiiiiiiii-Cityyyyyy] They get daily a b**h Unless you Irish-rich Can't park your whip, ‘cause du Privatizing this sh** [Verse 2: Ja**on] You know what it is, what I am, what I be Boy born two colored, flesh of skeleton Pure adrenaline from my melanin Truth probably seen the contradictions that we living in Teen baking in the room Teen Letter than a black Black, brown boyfriend both sides of the tracks Don't give me facts of life, ‘cause I need the facts of life (Who is you?) Just a boy in the hood I'm a man of my people Man of my streets With my hard beats While you talk cheap Can't let you running this Girl, say you gonna Bring that beef with ya Bring that beef with ya Yeah six feet deep Ask anyone we k** ‘em in the weeds In the streets k** ‘em with the one-two when the mic cheeps k** ‘em with the one-two when the mic cheeps k** ‘em with the one-two when the mic cheeps k** ‘em with the whites k** ‘em with the whites k** ‘em with the whites [Verse 3: Some Rapper] Stop at the light Change concentration Eyes on the hood My own Acura station Like baby girl have that chat My cameras work and my line went flat Me only time, co*k-loose conveyor belt Chi-town tact Employ messenger Duel wings, express wingspan Handstand my politics my wing man, for real It's in her family The mode is different Film framerate can't help But to be more distance This is causing an animation Of real to look distressed on sky Real to look distressed on sky Real to look distressed on sky [Verse 4: Illekt] This is son is truly gifted the weight on my back I lifted came back to spit some sick sh** Turn the rap game into my girl And now we throwing rice on this I'm in the club throwing dice and sh** Ain't no one as nice as this You can never put a price on this Make sure you get the rights to this You know the fights still this In the heart Humboldt Park Logan Square My sister quit it Yeah, get it I'm surprised It's always ready BBU I'll see you revolutionary but Thuggin, f**-clubbin' I do this for my people Hollaback Puerto rico I'm a loco chango call me chico Mexico let me hirito Cats still playin' bejito Put it down, because you know I will when I come to your city or town [Hook] like a million times