Savemoney Cypher

[Verse 1: Caleb James] All my real niggas holler I'm out here bout a dollar If you speak another language, holler at your guala 'Bout the cheese, 'bout the bread, 'bout the cake You could take a break but in the meantime in between time I make enough cash to rake and replace the sand by the lake And only eat potatoes and steak I ride around town with something so fine, it make you frown in the passenger Nigga come for mines, and I'm blasting ya It'd be mad static, it'd be mad tragic 'Cause I can't run after you dog, I'm a asthmatic But I roll green like the slim change in my jeans, or the team from Boston That'll probably put me in a coffin from coughing But I do this often Niggas know I'm falling off topic but I get it right up in the pocket Niggas know I'm plugged like a socket Blast off like a rocket when I rock the cypher Hoes follow me like Pied Piper You can't find none nicer Shitting on niggas, I'm needing diapers Niggas know ain't no need for mean mugs and shoulder shoves And I'm in the club wit my nigga Chance Its all love [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] And it's all love I'm looking for some hoes I can call up And all them niggas with 'em gettin' balled up Put your cash up Its the same old dance and they can flash mob Apologies for my Savemoney philosophies Young Socrates, Sophocles, Ptolemies Building a monopoly, never practice monogamy Harness all the bad my parents couldn't beat outta me So take a piece of mind Robbery, lobotomy And I'm a cocky asshole, but that's a different side of me Well death is a coincidence, life is an anomaly So death to all of yesterday and viva la tomorrow G My homies push weight forward with scales To get they grind on like skateboards and rails Never hit a treflip, but they can hit a stain quick Hit a wipe out and cops shove 'em in jails So fuck what them say Savemoney all day, but this is my 10 Day If your pocket says is I need to get rent paid Guess this the Savemoney bank job, put that on my tank top [Verse 3: Vic Mensa] It's the paid money bank mob Write it on everything, give your hood a new paint job It's niggas with children, put the crown up Buildin' what you think Bob In the party, sippin' and dancin' 'till my drank drop I could steal the show, it ain't a song a nigga can't rob Riding down Cottage, Me, Joey and K Rock My nigga don't quit your day job I'm face late husband mixed with a little face mob Go and turn the fuck up out the bass knob Nigga it Savemoney, yo let whoever have the most to drink, drive Crash burn, pass niggas and cash earn Cremate rappers leave the ashes in the glass urn You don't wanna try me, that be nonsense You don't want beef and I don't want that on my conscience So stay cool I stack O's, push Q's like I play pool Fuck a textbook, fuck a teacher cause I hate school Straight fool, I go dummy when the beat drop In a treehouse getting blunted in the treetop Know only come with that heat, rock Smokin' in the heat box, busting a beat box Biatch [Verse 4: Malcolm London] Built from the ground up like a sky scraper Off the high dropping niggas, call us some sky scrapers Savemoney stacked like a spy nigga get back Got your girl dripping and she can get waxed in fact Never weighed down, even with all the ounces we inhale Lungs in jail, guess you could say we spit bars Guess you could say we never sleep Continue to resist arrest Not a crew, not a clique This is a revolution, this is an evolution You got problems, and we got solutions Years of institutions leave you always on your toes Hard for a nigga to heal Walking Chi City streets bring pressure Leaving diamonds in our chest Souls like steel Built from the ground up, no beef unless you want it And we never standing still, battle royale and we standing still Savemoney, save music, save minds My nigga Caleb James, blowing up like land mines So don't step At y'all necks like a tie Bo Squad, built from the ground up Niggas ain't Savemoney you a bitch Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang