[Lyric] POUND (Ibn Gold)

[IBN GOLD]
The world know I rhyme tight
And that I ball hard like '88 Mike
I beat the bat up like my name Ike
Dropped a EP and I completed it in one night
Closet got way more than 5 Nikes
And they all before '95 so you know they fire
You could come into my crib
And shop in my closet
Gettin' big bank, got racks on deposit
Polo in my room look like went and robbed 'em
Sneaks so old, look like they could be a fossil
I get nasty on the track
Something like a possom
Stompin on niggas, turn my Jays to Red Bottoms
Wearin' Carnivores from '94
Ridin' in that Super Sport bumpin' Too Short
New Orleans with the flow, my ns 'bout it 'bout it
I am well connected, like I'm plugged into the socket
Yo' career went down south like the Houston Rockets
I'm 8 feet and ballin' and you can't stop it
I intimidate you ns call me young Locnes
It ain't big business if yo' a didn't profit
I was killin' styles before you had courage to rock it
Full course at Morton's, you eatin' Red Robin
Burberry wallet, in my bak pocket
Cause you got money, don't mean you got wave
I been best dressed from first to eleventh grade
Shame on the ns that hated, now they say I'm they favorite
If it ain't about wages, my n don't even state it
I just wanna be wealthy, I don't wanna be famous
Yeah, they used to ignore me
But now they know what my name is
Deadstock Ibn, Shaded on an Island black Ray-Bans you can't even see my eyelids!