Forever Ill Lyrics - Pound Syndrome - Hopsin

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 

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Bitch, FV is the Voltron crew 

Talkin' that shit, we gon' roll on you 

The game ain't nuttin' but a mothafuckin' 

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 

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 fuck 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 

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 

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)