RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher
[Vere 1: Vado]Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no moreThat five white pure cause I'm so rawDrip rocks till I couldn't climb no moreBecame a hot boy like the 504Master of the p and the pies go forthDamn near free, I need a least five, four moreWhat you see you can't tell meWalked in like the first scene in BellyLike let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench coatMac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I send thoseWhat happened? Niggas been broke[?] send you a napkin with your kids tokedBluh, bluh, blood everywhereThey jumped this caddy, came back with bloods everywhereTrunk of the Crown Vic, kept drugs heavy thereYou thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy hereNow I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over them''Trying to play fantasy football with Hov and themPick another check, shit, I took more than both of 'emSchool my little bro, I look forward to growthing 'emYeah, now I just copped another watchI just drove up the lot pushing another dropMy first stop 95th then hit the butterspotThe feds got me on shit that could get my mother hot[Verse 2: Lantana]Military matter, on a mission, baby, listenI put myself in position, man, it's a family traditionMy pops blood in every vein I gotSo two things I can never do is change and stopThey don't understand the pain or the brain I gotThey weren't there when them people came and changed them locks everThat's why [?] don't kill more[?] and these stupid niggas still slowYou still slow for real though, what you hear for?Ain't trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his earlobeCan you hear me now, we risingI got game and I should've wore an [?]Live for my people and I'mma die for my peopleI'd go to jail for my people, hope I get mail from my peopleI'd raise hell for my people, shoot it out with the devilThen head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whateverThis for my people, how soonWho don't want easy, that autotuneListen, I got you, I'mma keep it ratchetRatchet on me, ain't got no homies, just my people, peoplePeople, people, my life the CorleoneWow, probably let off the 40Ride that while I'm with peopleThey gon have to see you, it's evil[Verse 3: Oun P]Money is the motive, got my mind on itCome with triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on itSee this block here, I grind on it99% of niggas waste lines, over here got nines on itI switch grinds, I'm trying to get it every wayTil I'm eating like it's Thanksgiving every dayStay with a serious face cause I don't ever playBad karma back in the days cause I ain't ever prayI ain't with the trickery, don't t be trying to get at usBeat you til my hands turn roast and grabbing a cactusNo lights in the crib, red light on the ratchetEight balls on the block, but the 40's was only jacketsBefore there was 3 of us on the same mattressNow there's 3 of us fucking the same actressDogging everything, I'm fucking the game backwardsPut more green leaf in the air than St.Patrick'sI'm still rapping, first of allI'm doing this so my moms ain't gotta work no moreMusic take away the pain, it don't hurt no moreWas looking for wealth, but I ain't gotta search no moreThe loyalty, where the fuck is that these days?Best friends is getting each other clapped these daysThese young niggas really don't know how to act these daysIt was better when I was younger in my athlete daysGo outside, hoop a little, you know, flirt with the shortiesGo outside now I see somebody squirting the 40Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the storyAll you see is what a lot of niggas ain't showingSo when the tour started a lot of niggas ain't goingNow I don't listen to rap, a lot of niggas ain't flowingBeen doing it for a while, now it's time to bring dough inHumble, I don't brag or boast in these streetsBut these white phones be looking like coke on my feetI ain't get it from distributing that coke on the streetsGot mine from putting cooked coke on the beat...[Verse 4: Ransom]Niggas know I don't show gratitudeLook at this rapper shoes, you can tell [?]Street prophecies told by the resurrection of SocratesEvery sentence I'm blessing properly, manifesting philosophyGhetto monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that propertyDeep as them fossils be under the Earth geographyGot a lot to kin, no stopping me, whoever is on top of meGetting popped with three bullets, it's hollow, GI'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect harmonyPaper like a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of meThe ghetto probably doing robberies cause of [?][?] part of me like the major arteries starving meTill this day wonder where my father bePardon me, this is hard to me, life is a lotteryPlayed it to [?] like pornographyIt ain't hard to see like photographyLyrical sodomy, [?]Got a license to kill like Sean ConneryStreet corner pharmacy harming these fake thugs wearing army fatigue
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