Lyrics Pounded Yam - Jammer

Pounded Yam

Year of the real, not year of the fake
Man’s on road, don’t care for the Jakes
My G’s got it there on the waist
In a dance, I don’t wanna rave
I came for the pape’s
Man’s not here on a wave
Tryna see a little bit of sea with the side
Yeah that’s a whole lot of cake
Tryna eat like the kid in school with the fat face
Ain’t got tatts on my face
Man try violate then that’s slap to the face
Give man beats like Logic
Then give man a little mixdown in QBase
Don’t care for the screw-face
Man will go loops on base
Man’s in the jungle, man don’t wanna catch case
Run to the drum and bass
Run to the yard and jam
Headtop spread like jam
Man will get pounded yam
Me and my niggas tryna eat
Man’s tryna yam, yam, yam
Don’t want pics for the 'Gram
Man’s not the Eiffel Tower
And man’s not a cafe in 'Dam
So don’t try and stand with man
And don’t try and SnapChat man
Cah man might slap-jack man
And spin man’s grill
Wasteman like a bin man still
I always win, I will
Man’s gone sick, better bring my pill
Bare fake niggas screaming 'Keep it trill!'
Tune get jacked like Jill
MC’s that sign on still can’t get a deal
I’m like 'How do you feel?'
Home and away, my team we win 1−0
Come to the sets, shell a man in the grill
Boy Better Know like Skeppy and Will
Sixteen bars scar man like
Clashing me won’t get you a house on the hill