Текст песни Kent M$ney - Cypher (feat. Hit-Boy, Price, BMAC, Oktane, Schoolboy Q, Casey Veggies, XZIBIT, Method Man, Redman & Raekwon)
And I say one for the money, three for the show
Roll up, cause we know that all the bad bitches smoke
You competition, that's past fiction, no
Get stopped like a bad pick and roll, magnifico
These niggas is getting old, my team too strong
Kevin knows, take you out your zone, I'm the new Don
And the only Polo I know is Ralph Lauren
Put me on the court with the opposition, I outscore 'em
Easy
Try not to use cash so my checks serve a purpose
Every time I sign for a blessing, I use my cursive
Got scrubs on my Timbs for a dollar so it was worth it
Cocaine white suits, see an angel before we murk 'em
Hard for the work, niggas eyes love to lurk
I got a bitch named Cal, she 'bout 40 and love to twerk
Nothing changed, range aiming at your frame, nigga
Ain't a clause, we did arrange, you was lame, nigga
Uh, Price was told don't break the
Code like Da Vinci, no nigga tempt me
Generational curse of chugging whiskey 'til it was empty
Drive-bys out that four door Honda, dreams of a Bentley
Pocket full of dead white men, I pray the master don't lynch me
Step your game up, you wifed her, she been a rat
I text her at the crack of dawn, tap-tap it and send her back
My granny, mama, cousin, sister, bedroom was up in that trap
But them drugs up on my counter, no, mama, that's Similac
Yo, I just spent like 30K today, I ain't gon' front
See, I came up from the bottom, I'ma get everything I want
See the homies, I'ma holla, nothing changed, I rolled a blunt
Told 'em now it's time to eat cause
We've been starving days and months
And it's a must that we can't trust nobody but us
We ready to bust if enemies come
But I can price it, this ain't what you want
See, I do this shit for fun
Screaming HS87 'til I'm done, ha, now I'm done
Stop the beat, here comes the starter
Grab your popcorn, grab your water
Grab your daughter 'cause she watching
'Cause I start like Mr. Carter
Saying balling like a man, finger on the trigger
Got money all in my pocket, I'm a I-E nigga
Named Oktane, that nigga Oktane to be exact
You hoped to hear from a real nigga one day, well this is that
I got that crack and I got that X
R-E-A-K and they got my back
Tony Montana, give 'em that brrrat
HS87, nigga, that's that, I'm gone
No need for me to get it involved
You'll get hit with a bat and wrapped in a cloth, uh
Razor blades, shanks and fades
Everybody on the floor or they cave, uh
My young gliggity-Glock out of my crotch, stay ready and cocked
Can't wrap me in a bag, I'm going pop, uh
New Rollie, so heavy metal, when I rock, got a hustle, nonstop
Wash your hands before you shake mine
You was talking shit, I heard it through the grapevine
Yeah, it's a lot of boppers on the sideline
So the young baller had to go baseline
I'm a black nigga with money like Akon
You mad the squad winning, that's a hate crime
Peas and carrots, live and grow, that's my day job
Young Veggies attract hoes like a Drake song
West, California, Christopher Dorner manifesto
Hit-Boy hip-hop, I started on the metro
But now I'm in that retro Ferrari two-seater
With the pedal to the floor, got it singing like Aretha
If you scared, get a dog or a preacher
Hit the hot spot with a bitch resembling Mona Lisa
Priceless, I'm righteous, I walk the talk
I am cooked cocaine, you are softer than chalk
Cause your bite ain't as bad as your bark
After dark, you inside like an embryo, I swim with the sharks
Cause now I smell blood in the water
I'm taking over like the new world order
Witness the gangland slaughter
The West, bitch
Still sipping Rose like Cita De Rose
Kilos on the Cuban link, they thought it was hoes
Fascinated with gold sneakers and talented hoes
Before you get the cruise, you paddle the boat
Elevated the elevators, had to walk flights
Young niggas lick shots for them at nights
Yo, ride with me although the driver is tipsy
Avoid them officers so calling fifties to get me
They call me talk of the city, never talking to Jiggy
Man, I'd rather talk to Whitney, condolence to Bobby Krissy
Balling, I'm for real, I got NBA skill
Make me feel a little scrappy with the Stevie J grill
And y'all ain't gotta ask me if it's homicide hill
Nah, don't even ask me, this is Homicide Hill
Yo, I'm from the era of Biggie Smalls, TLC Waterfalls
Buying dime bags by the mini mall
I got your whole city logged online
Disrespect mine, I be throwing ones like a titty bar
You fucking with a grown man, boy
I plug two like Trugoy, send that memo on your Android
For ten G, you can talk to the boss
In my experience, I'm like Jordan on the court, nigga
Pyrex pots and Guess shorts
Yo, we float, it's the best sport
Now I'm underwater flipping quarters
The code to go tackle the globe
Black mack in a robe
Metal mac, horse straps, shit is gold
Parkville and Hennessy fiend
I'm blessed, it was a dream, he had his team
Moving tight like skinny jeans
You know by any means, we will bring the magazines out
And clap everything down like little geeses
All riding with meaners, cooling in cuisines
Yo, the whores is giving top in the back, I ordered wings
Spray shit up to smithereens, stepping off in swing shit
Shake your hand, blow your head off in killer Queens
The dons know what it do, I'm just that fly in the interview
Wintertime grinding, it seems
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