Coolzey - Pound House lyrics

[Verse 1] They say LA is the home of the fakes That's why I keep my residents East of Silver Lakes Doin' what it takes to get by And get a piece of the pie I gotta buy a bunch of stuff that starts with I Phones, Macs and Pads You better go ask you Dad What it was like in the old days, they had Arts and crafts and sk**s Thats how they stacked the bills Now a days people only know how to snack on pills For reals Don't you think that I can tell By the way that you act that your going through hell The psychological frontier is finally here That's why I slam a beer and try to have no fear Every night I dream Im in a haunted house Full of malevolent ghosts just trying to come out They wanna put me in a grave But I'll never be a slave to another souls misery Its me that they're trying to I'm out Bump fists with this Dragon that's my Chinese zodiac I keep dogs wagging their tails Fake emails I'm flagging in spam Whoever is on my bandwagon I'll be tagging his fam Because I got a lot of love but it gets misplaced When I'm constantly confronted by sarcasm and ? Pa**ive aggression You would think I learn my lesson Every time I catch a middle man half steppin' Messin' up my rep and make me wanna grab my weapon Ghosts can get busted Who I trust is a question Do me a favor Neighbor , Dont do me no favors Because the taste that your leaving in my mouth is a foul flavor Not to belabor the point I add miles with my styles when I anoint the joint Its just because my presence is my essence Nothing less If you also got some sh** to kick Then God f**ing bless [Verse 2] As my cells decay And my brain takes another blow From the sledgehammer called life I rock another show Fleshy dipped in drama doesn't matter Still got a smile Entertaining even though our money still got a trial I can't stand the wait while I'm feening in the cell And I can't seem to take what they feeding me too well You got a door with a lock But d**h doesn't knock Stuck in the waiting room watching the clock Yeah Yeah Im super stressed out From trying to put my best out And have to stick my chest out So monkeys will have less doubt Yet you want to give me grief about a Kickstarter Im still alive the only reason that I'm not a martyr So holler harder my hearing ain't so good these days Looks like you're having trouble being understood these days I used to help you out when I had loot But the way you're acting lately I don't think I would these days How could these days be so blurred together That I can't tell a mother f**in' mountain from an ant hill I also can't tell what you trying to get at Yet you nod your head at Me as if I can't smell the rat in the room I see you consumed from coke dreams About as beneficial as Obama's Hope dreams I'm low on the funds I can't go on the run Drop it on the two I can't go on the one