RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher
[Vere 1: Vado]
Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no more
That five white pure cause I'm so raw
Drip rocks till I couldn't climb no more
Became a hot boy like the 504
Master of the p and the pies go forth
Damn near free, I need a least five, four more
What you see you can't tell me
Walked in like the first scene in Belly
Like let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench coat
Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I send those
What happened? Niggas been broke
[?] send you a napkin with your kids toked
Bluh, bluh, blood everywhere
They jumped this caddy, came back with bloods everywhere
Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept drugs heavy there
You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy here
Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over them''
Trying to play fantasy football with Hov and them
Pick another check, shit, I took more than both of 'em
School my little bro, I look forward to growthing 'em
Yeah, now I just copped another watch
I just drove up the lot pushing another drop
My first stop 95th then hit the butterspot
The feds got me on shit that could get my mother hot
[Verse 2: Lantana]
Military matter, on a mission, baby, listen
I put myself in position, man, it's a family tradition
My pops blood in every vein I got
So two things I can never do is change and stop
They don't understand the pain or the brain I got
They weren't there when them people came and changed them locks ever
That's why [?] don't kill more
[?] and these stupid niggas still slow
You still slow for real though, what you hear for?
Ain't trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his earlobe
Can you hear me now, we rising
I got game and I should've wore an [?]
Live for my people and I'mma die for my people
I'd go to jail for my people, hope I get mail from my people
I'd raise hell for my people, shoot it out with the devil
Then head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever
This for my people, how soon
Who don't want easy, that autotune
Listen, I got you, I'mma keep it ratchet
Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, just my people, people
People, people, my life the Corleone
Wow, probably let off the 40
Ride that while I'm with people
They gon have to see you, it's evil
[Verse 3: Oun P]
Money is the motive, got my mind on it
Come with triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on it
See this block here, I grind on it
99% of niggas waste lines, over here got nines on it