Lyrics XXL – XXL Freshmen 2015 Cypher – Part 2
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GoldLink:
Yeah, b-tap hit the beat drum
Don’t smoke it all baby, give my needs some
My nigga get the super wise, my nigga get to rising
Dreaming ’bout a fancy bitch up in a fancy garden
Ralph Lauren, hope that I can meet Marvin
Rock a nigga if he talking crazy, maybe, maybe
Maybe I can teach her right, damn sure I can eat you right
Eat you like I’m eating pizza, baby I might have a slice
Baby I can climb up on ya like the Eiffel tower
We can have a baby, baby, have a baby shower
Sick of paper chasing I was racing when I had the power
Over everything like powers in your panties boo
‘Cedes coupe, I just make my songs so I can cater to, cater you
Roll up out my pocket, I will pocket you
Bible truth, you are like the sun but you are brighter boo
Wanna go to college to be you g-gynecologist
Yeah baby, I’m so, I’m so proud of you
Fly that you, we eat, we killin’, we winning
Yeah I’m a villain boo
Pop a nigga senseless, this shit got me driven like…
OG Maco:
Gave ’em hell now I’m on double-X L
And I ain’t write nothing for this cypher, cause that’s dope I could sell
All this from a fold and a scale
Set in places with that trap and that skill
Check in the mail, I told my nigga check his bail
And I could get him out
But I could get him out the trap forever nigga, what this ’bout
I thought paid niggas were saved niggas
Man they ain’t no brave niggas
Where the hearts? Where the lions?
Where the niggas who walking in the dark
I see these niggas throwing signs
But I ain’t really seen no spine on ’em
Working for the bankhead
Shit I’m rapping for the Black man
Let’s start a riot, all my children can’t breathe
It’s like that asthma inside them
I’m just tryna make a new way
Uh, these niggas fake like these toupees
It’s OGG, you know we got that new wave
Vince Staples:
Buy my mama Gabbona to fight my black anguish
Few hoes I been known, known on Backpages
Selling they mother nature
I ain’t no preacher nigga
I’m just a viewer on the streets you was afraid to visit
Live your life through my lyrics
Now watch me paint this picture Jabari blood on my easel
My homie died through the negligence of the policeman
You can’t tell me no different, I still can hear him screaming
He was barely a teen
And Jesus couldn’t save him, so I barely believe
Give the levees a break and watch us all drown in the sea
That Moses had parted
We wasn’t part of America’s dream
Safety inside my momma’s arms
That, or grabbing firearms
We seen the way the ghetto react
Throw it on Viacoms
Veins went dry once the game went viral
I heard they don’t mean what they say, well fuck it, I do
I feel as if they never seen no nigga like me
Doctor King had dreams of niggas like me
Or more like nightmares
Hanging out the window, breathing in the night air
Aiming at your temple, I never said we fight fair