POV Lyrics – Clipse, 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 6 mil 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 60-day stars and 20-year thousandaires
Not enough shoppin’, whole lotta 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 *, you hear me loud and clear
Get these 5500-a-hostin’ * outta here

Sand-colored 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 with 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 with 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 6 mil 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 * tryna see what it do
Lil’ feature, * threaten to sue
Tell your lawyer to set the fee
LaFerrari doors open up like it’s therapy

That number ain’t bread to me —
That million is crumbs, you * 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
You tricky * puzzle me
I could never buy a * a Birkin ‘cause she * me

I got homes I ain’t sleep in the options
My * Push keep dirty white movin’ like mosh pits
They watchin’ —
I’m like white * the way I pop *

I need God to play the lead in my biopic
The curse of the zeros —
When you become the Devil or the tap-dancin’ negro
I came to terms that I’ma probably outgrow my heroes

Come get with 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 6 mil 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 * rap just to O.D.
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 pressure would be
Cause * chains look just like oppression to me

POV, kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down South, then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil 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?