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XXL

XXL Freshmen 2011 Cypher - Part 3

 

XXL Freshmen 2011 Cypher - Part 3


[Meek Mill:]
Yeah
I stay shiny, mind clear, with the jewels dripping off em
She say I be killing em
I say get a coffin
Stunting I be often
They like "What it cost him?"
Whole team full of green, you would think we Boston
Spalding, Balling
Flow be on the faucet
Middle man shut yo damn mouth, call a boss in
Big money on the table, nigga why you talkin'?
Black and yellow Maro, murder scene, caution
Tape, scrape, all I get is hate
Chilling in the mansion, all you see is gate
She say that I'm handsome, she thinking bout a date
But I'm just tryna take her home, I'm thinking bout a safe
I was just booked, they had me bidding in the pin house
Couple months later, now I'm sittin in the penthouse
Bitches fucking everywhere, you thinking it's a pimphouse
Engineer looking, when that boy gon' pull his pen out
No pen, no pad, this shit so sad
Sittin in the Aston, this bitch so fast
This bitch so bad, I treat her so nice
I came so fast, I had to go twice
Rob me, no dice, better get your dope slice
Puffing on the diesel getting higher than the coat price
Homie, you a rat, you a talking to them folks type
I'm more like the bull that could get 'em by the bow type
Meek Milly

[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Young Krizzle
Yo, yo
Do you mind if I murder this?
Spit that southern slang over something so conservative
Swinging lane to lane, candy coated sipping purple shit
Mind frame, I herbal it
Southern MC of my caliber, never heard of it
Verbally, spit that gospel prophecy in word of it
No obstacle can topple my run, simply hurdle it
Down to get shells over green this ain't turtle shit
Bolt like Usain, who game to get got
I mastered the Shaolin styles of BIG and 2Pac
Sweet and sour chicken while my partner working two woks
Tryna to get that candy paint that's wetter than a dew drop
Down to take a loss like give me whatever you got
Scraping from the game, I'll be a king, just you watch
Sipping fine wine with breadsticks and goulash
I'm far far away from sardines and noodles
You'd ball hard too if all your life you lived frugal
Wishing on a star for J's, but got Pumas
That was passed down to you cause your brother outgrew em
Yeah, I talk to him

[Fred The Godson:]
Yeah, uh, uh
Live from the BX
It's funny how I walk around with a.45 and a 3X
Big chain get you smoked like I love lucys
Just me and my Cubans, I love lucy
Finna age, look Omarian
I'm center stage, more lies you on
I'm riding on whatever side you on
Black and white, whatever race
Relay the message homie with my baton
Move pies like Papa John
When we in the ride we require with the top on
I'm being honest, I got that flame
I'm like G-Unit, you ain't got no game
All I got is a flow with it
I make yo sandwich, no hero son, you gotta roll with it
Leave in a OJ when Nicole get it; it's a murder
Look, I let the 38 and then the deuce beam him
Put his face in a box like he uStreaming
Labels I hear offers
Had Jay-Z going crazy in the office
Car, Cam endorced it, Lenny S forced it
Beans tried to take me to Bellevue, I lost it
Now rappers should all forfeit, my swag is a ladder, I will never fall off it
Those who can't hear, I appear to flow awkward
Spitting out of this world, chewing on some Orbit
You ain't a boss so don't walk it or talk it
You better off the bench, the more profit, I'm nauseous
I don't feel right deaded
Put the M to your head, now you feel light-headed
This Halloween it was sick
Painted my soul brown, I'm the shit
Fred

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