Bet Cypher — текст песни

Most of these niggas shouldn’t be next to us

We keep our distance from those, those acting like hoes

Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is gold

Your wig’ll get told, put the realest niggas

Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers, and dealers

Streets keep watching, aye, click boom the ghetto bird get shot down

Straight to the top now, they want a third strike on my background

But nah homie, put the mask on when I slide on 'em

Put the cash in the safe and here’s a extra slug 'fore I shake

You smoke faster than me with a eighth

Or better yet a wet break on a plate

Burning your faith, all your senses covered in tape

Fuckin' with them boys in blue, chill out before I send them rags at you

You running to the cops saying, «How we do?»

Saying it’s just rap and them lines ain’t true

So I just do Q, fuck it, a ménage à two, or maybe trois

Baby girl need a papa, I be her dada

Coochie smacking, give praise to Allah

Get blazed in my car, with Oxymoron, Rock

Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom

Sparked the flames, still remain as a top shotta

I ain’t no backpack rapper, I ain’t no lyricist

And if we ain’t talking to you, mind your business then

Cold with it, Black Hippy, yeah, we cold niggas

All the girlies love us, get a whiff of us

They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us

Holding boulders champ once you hear that «YAWK,"watching domes shatter

It’s Top Dawg we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline

Reason why we don’t run with cats

Nine double O five nine, where my family at

Pull up in that family van holding tools like the handyman

And to be real not with all this rapping politickin'

Rapper competition, wrapped up my position

'Til I’m finished, 'til I make a couple tickets

Then I’m outtie on them islands with my crimmies chillin'

Hide your feelings, now can I live?

Look I gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt

Cause everywhere I go they like «When you dropping some work?»

Been a threat since birth

The rap game’s pallbearer when I’m droppin' the hearse

I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this

Industry’s nightmare, red strings in my Nike Airs

Yeah, the white pair, I’m Jay Rock, America’s most wanted

My charges? Killing MC’s without warning

Rock!

It’s Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I’m the skinny Biggie

In New York City with Puffy, puffing a sticky

All odds against me, still even the score

Probably why I’m always OT on tour

TDE, believe me we want war

I don’t even know what piece I like most no more

Two fingers, two triggers, what’s the difference?

We all gon' die one day, until then I’m gettin' paid

My grandma watching so I ain’t gon' curse

Still gifted like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG

Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin

And these days are so bittersweet

I guess it’s just a balance we battle naturally

And y’all still trippin' off of Jay-Z tweets

I still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meet

Peep, Soul brother number two

The first one used to make beats for CL Smooth

Top got the S550 but the CL smooth

And rolling weed is the only time I see L’s move

Soul!

I think I found my second home

Sunny California and it’s your little nigga brother

You ain’t meant for corners, it’s what they told me

So I never looked back, I got a shell in the bag

Fat as elephant ass, so we flirt in the path

Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listen

See we diamond just shining and they gon' find us glistening

Brought sand to the beach and we left with your bitch

For the record in Guinness I’m a hecklin' menace

Where is Robin, I’m Given', fuckin' minding my business

He a regular victim, of some regular in women

Regular niggas, you always cater to sluts

You always wasting my time, you always faking the funk

I put your motherfuckin' dream in your face

You keep lookin' for some women to be all in your face

That deep dussy reach niggas, keep dussy

That Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussy

You can never rap better than me, cause you ain’t dedicated

You ain’t underrated, you ain’t underlooked

You ain’t overbooked, you just undercooked

It’s supposed to be me and my niggas in the record book

Now they got me out here by myself still fresh as fuck

I hate y’all, I’d do anything to replace y’all, shout out to Face Mob

A ghetto boy 'til I’m unemployed with a day job

And kicking boxes, I kick ass and then kick knowledge

I’m way more polished than 99% of the scholars you thought had graduated

I’m the master that masturbated on your favorite emcee

Until the industry had wanted me assassinated

You either corny or an opportunist

I let you eat, now go back to church and steal crackers at communion

What I been doing? I’m about to crack the Da Vinci Code

Yeah, and nothing’s been the same since they dropped Control

And tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes

Ha-ha, joke’s on you, high-five

I’m bulletproof, your shots’ll never penetrate

Pin a tail on a donkey, boy, you been a fake

I got my thumb on Hip Hop, and my foot in the back of your ass

Aftermath get the last laugh

I serve niggas like master Geoffrey

Jump on the curb, turn a shotty to a verb if you let me

You know I’m a killer, I’m on your head, you know I’m a killer

The West Coast Cosa Nostra under oath 'til it’s over

You over owe us, so what the fuck?

I fuck you niggas up, I fuck you niggas up, she suck and fuck

I fuckin' duck you fuckin' niggas like when I want

You go at us, you going fuckin' nuts

Acting irrational, pop you then pop an Adderall

Know the drill like a lateral, nigga

I’m more Pappy Mason than Pastor Mason

Pacing back and forth, racing my thoughts on embracing Daytons

I spilled blood on my apron cooking this shit up

I feel like some of y’all is hating

Quite frankly your bitch booty should thank me for grabbing it

Turn these hoodrats to actresses, what a magic trick?

Accidents never happen when murder’s involved

Emaculate tactics so follow me, if you need me just call on me

I say «Hold up, wait a minute

Your career ain’t shit unless you got some Kendrick in it!»

Your pussy ain’t shit, ain’t no room is left on my dick

Unless you look like Jordin Sparks, make my mark on the clitoris, muah

Hollywood’s been good to me, lil' hood nigga used to pawn mom’s jewelry

Family jewels big as fuck and I got the balls to say it

Balls deep, ballin' out 'til Spalding need a replacement

I’m outchea, the West in your mouth, chea

Invest in the vests of Vietnam vets when you out near

The white court building spilling its Merlot

Fillin' women, a Virgo, pimp the industry

Remember these Stacy Adams and furcoats

Shook, you’re scared to death, you’re scared to look

In the mirror when Kendrick is near you

King, Kendrick