Cypher

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] This is not to be rewarded Killin' beats that wasn't mine when all my vocals was distorted See King Dizzy's no different than King James Cause I live to learn, the world don't want another Michael Jordan Look, even though I got a jumper like Larry Bird With all these white girls screaming for me singing every fucking word (word) I can tell that you the homeboy that ain't never riot Me? Oh I just make fashion statements almost every night I'm taking flights without no seatbelt on and landing Headed to the top and I'm leaving all of these fuck niggas stranded Nothing handed, we with that learning money management movement Save it just to spend it, do a show and then I recoup it Young boss man, fuck an off brand Me? I'm fuckin' on this bad bitch with a big booty and soft hands That wanna be my wifey when I'm off cam But when I'm on cam, she already know the program, I'm pro-gram So I roll up more grams to slow jams so we can vibe out We the Cadillac boys, she hop inside so we can ride out She turn the music up and twist the weed A real nigga baby, this trip's on me [Verse 2: Derek Luh] It's crazy how the trouble kid excel right past 'em Mashing it's a habit, like fuck it, I gotta have it She bad, then I gotta bag it, touching her like a tablet My whole camp moving forward, you just living in the past tense Shit, I'm tired of these has-beens I think it's time to cash in Get your weight up, motherfuck a hater Homie in it for the paper, get to stepping like Omega Weight up, wake up, grind 'til the day up Straight up, say what, it's easy as a layup bahhh We do it 'til they pissed off Hustlin' like Rick Ross, dick stained with lip gloss D-Luh [Verse 3: Mark Battles] (Battles! It's Fly America!) Look, want the money and respect, you can keep the power Plan to grab the whole world, it may take a hour Bad hoes in bath robes when I take a shower Pussy sweet as presidential, call it Eisenhower My momma wit it, that honest living I gotta get it The finest women, I try commitment, then I forget it She riding in it but still in awe that I'm 'bout to hit it We got a witness, I'm spitting raw with no contradiction Whoa, they hating on the daily Used to freestyle for free but now you gotta pay me Career going 80 and it's starting to drive 'em crazy Fly America, I'm a patriot, call me Tom Brady Take it all and leave the rest with 'em I'm done with the chatter, wanna be the next victim Call Doctor Khaled, got the we the best syndrome Undefeated, never lost like a GPS system Get 'em, I bet you hate that we winning Keep giving your opinion, it ain't making a difference If you can't take the heat, then stay away from the kitchen Your album name is lemonade, could be made in a minute Get it? Minute Maid, I'm a renegade They been afraid, I tend to blaze when I'm center stage Pitching game on my Clemen stain with a different name Pad all the walls, it's 'bout to get insane, flame You could tie me in a straitjacket Proclaimed the nicest in my age bracket I'm really being modest cause I hate bragging Study who I am, cram like my name backwards Ha, it's too much for y'all Hating on a nigga, so Ku Klux and all The pain temporary dog, I grew up to ball Think I'm visually impaired, I don't see them at all It's Battles [Verse 4: Euroz] (Yeah, you know you can't forget the Z) They throwing salt in the game, nigga Skip Bayless On that totem pole shit, stacking big faces Long list of (?) from the wrist, take it Fly with his (?), it's why the chicks chasing Naked if she with me, thought you knew this I've always had a thing for a nudist Riding on the strip, it's only right I play my new diss Every time I hear a nigga's song it's like this in a new diss Tell me what I don't know Who needs a budget when the haters handle promo Before they claim King Basquiat was the logo I stitch crack in every line, the shit's so dope Never been the type to talk, we a Comcast Looking all directions possible, the compass Jean piece 'em when the bullshit don't come pass (...?), swear this money tend to come fast No dubstep but I get you beta for cheap The bed I land was made up by me My ex is PI, check all the latest to me Only time she touch the star, she favorite the tweet I'm the dude like I was robbed - take it from me I couldn't tell you 'bout the time she was taken from me Read my pea sized proof and just take it from me The larger picture, most niggas need patience to see it (Don't forget the Z...) [Verse 5: Chris Webby] On that cypher rap shit, I’m still the awkwardest guy Then drop flows and serve cats with an order of fries When my album’s in your whip, make sure the volume is high ‘Cause shit is fresh, they been calling me the Lord of the Fly I’m part samurai, part Spartan Part ninja with a pirate’s attitude, proceed with caution You wish you kept it moving after you step into warriors Who butt heads like pachycephalosauruses You won’t be standing when the fucking dust settles dude So now y’all know exactly what the fuck my pen’ll do I’m close, I can feel it in my gut, call it seppuku But ain’t no swords involved with all the shit I’m ‘bout to execute So play it cool like ehhhh, yo his shit’s straight Like I ain’t what you bumping at the gym while you lift weights I let these kids hate, then ask 'em how my dick tastes And write a whole mixtape on one fucking sync break Bitch, name a kid who could rap that dope Since high school, I held the pad and the backpack close While them one hit wonders, they could stack that dough They’ll be in gone in 24 like a Snapchat post I’m a ghost motherfucker, shit I need me a tan A strong drink and a model on a beach in the sand But that’ll come when I accomplish all the dreams that I’ve planned And get more radio activity than seas in Japan Every station in rotation, they’ll be playing my shit Until then, I’ll be anywhere they pay me to spit You ain’t got shit on what I’m gonna do So pump the brakes like a school bus and stop it right in front of you, bitch [Verse 6: Emilio Rojas] Emilio, my name is synonymous with the truth Like Chris Brown name is synonymous with abuse (Fuck the system!) It’s like it’s anonymous in this booth I be riding uptown with some mamis that’s in the coupe And we don’t like nobody except the clique that we rolling with You ain’t on the dick, I expected you to go and hold the shit Buzz a little bit, I ain’t have a label promoting it I never had a fucking co-sign, I been alone in this My heart’s cold, my ribs are refrigeration My lungs are like ventilation, don’t fuck with this Venezuelan (Just the tip!) Now y’all will get fucked with no penetration I be rocking All Saints, they cuts have been venerated Ah, our generation is drug addicted and lost But I ain’t judging nothing man, Jesus carried the cross And Mari bust it open, them Virgin Marys are gone If Jesus was a carpenter, license seen, he has a saw Street code of ethics, the code of silence And I seen a fiend so co-dependent on dope we buying They took his ass to court as a co-defendant on trial And they lock him up for what they should treat him for ‘cause they wylin’ Shit ain’t never change, it ain’t gonna They should make my people legal before they do the marijuana Instead INS will be rushing us to the border ‘Cause you can’t tax a person for wanting more for they daughter (It's E to the M-I, L-I, O, I'm saying) [Verse 7: Cory Gunz] Whoever want it can get it, word to you and yours I don't buy convertibles, you know they shoot in doors I ain't to be slept on, but niggas asleep Like the king to be crept on, so niggas'll creep Stay in your lane or get swept on, cause niggas is sweet Yeah he came with his weapon, for niggas to weep Try and name what they rep on, the niggas'll reap Anything getting stepped on, my niggas'll leak Shouldn't have played, playing for keeps Bullshit all ya'll talk came with receipts I aim, squeeze, bang and repeat Stain in the streets Think before you rap before they clap the brain out ya peeps Skullcandy soldier, (...?) (...?) full of shells like the Zi in Zeeti Let the Macaroni fly, satisfied when you bring me half of only I Then you laugh and throw me fire Pause this rap shit, been ahead of my time Ahead of my grind, no pawn keep a head to my nine Nothing in my mind made up, I made up my mind That's if a nigga play us, I'm facing my time Want the crib (...) can find Hardly got living room space, haters lamp shading my shine From the cradle to the grave of my grind Filet a nigga from the navel to the waves of my nine My influences are cable and crime Making bagel designs and being a fucking tornado with rhyme My influences are cable and crime Making bagel designs and being a fucking tornado with rhyme I'm done