P.O.V. Lyrics by Clipse: The American hip hop duo Clipse’s fourth studio album, Let God Sort Em Out, has already created a stir in the music market, and it is set to be released on July 11, 2025. Pusha T and No Malice return with their classic street life and morality-oriented commentary, and along with them, Tyler, The Creator brings his own introspective flavor. With Pharrell’s production, the track is a mix of raw lyrics and experimental melody—with nostalgia for old memories and the feel of a new direction. Clipse’s usual gritty style and Tyler’s deep, self-reflective approach combine to make the song a layered experience.
Whether you’re here for the vibe or curious about what Clipse is bringing to the table, this track won’t disappoint. Its irresistible music and unforgettable, mind-blowing lyrics make it impossible not to sing along.
Lyrics of P.O.V. by Clipse
[Chorus: Pusha T]
P.O.V. Kilos In My Maybach
Take Amtrak Down South, Then She Flies Back
My Connect Has Pony Tails 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 It Back
I’ve Topped All These Lists, Where’s My Prize At?
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
All I See Is 60 Day Stars And 20 Year-thousand-aires
Not Enough Shopping, Whole Lotta Browsin’-aires
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’ve Seen Things That I’m Still Not Even Proud To Share
You Zeus Network Niggas, You Hear Me Loud And Clear
Get These Fifty-five-hundred-to-host-a-niggas 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 Falconer
Willy Falcone, Trunk Full Of Talcum Hair
Shotgun With Your Ex, Feels Like Malcom’s Near
Send A Hit Through A Text, Ain’t No Shoutin’ Here
Bypass, Mia, Too Much Crowd In There
I Spent Summers With Connects, Love That Mountain Air
[Chorus: Pusha T]
P.O.V. Kilos In My Maybach
Take Amtrak Down South, Then She Flies Back
My Connect Has Pony Tails 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 It Back
I’ve Topped All These Lists, Where’s My Prize At?
[Verse 2: Malice]
If They Had To Weigh The Operation, Call It Obese
I Mix It Like Mahomes, Then I Tell ’em “Go Deep”
The Racks I Dropped Playin’ Hide And Go Seek
The Bentley Leather Match The Pipe, And Thats’ The Motif
Just To Think I Built A Rap Career Off In Oz
I’m Watchin’ New Niggas Rap Just To Od
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 The Skeleton Key
If I Lied 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 The Pressure Would Be
’cause Niggas Chains Look Just Like Oppression To Me
[Chorus: Pusha T]
P.O.V. Kilos In My Maybach
Take Amtrak Down South, Then She Flies Back
My Connect Has Pony Tails 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 It Back
I’ve Topped All These Lists, Where’s My Prize At?
