Cypher 2022 (feat. Glory Mercury, Eli x, Lil Marco, Big Fern, $hroom & Dannyfbaby) - Universal

Aye, what's good? Its Uav with the Thizzler Cypher Aye, they lucky They ain't let me get on the beat Bruh, but, aye, they got it, they got it Go ahead, bruh Aye, look Off the dribble, I'm like whoo Yeah, this beat hard Niggas sweethearts, on God They don't even be hard My lil niggas be popping Percs Like they SweeTARTS Tryna go dumb in this bitch like a retard Bitch, peep drip Mix Off-White with Louis and some PURPLE RIP the thugs and, on God, RIP to Virgil I snuck the toolie in this bitch I don't wanna hurt you I need all blues out this bitch I don't wanna flirt you Made a couple bands 'Fore I ever made a hit As a lil nigga I was really Trapping around this bitch Wrap a bowl and move it home We sending packs around this bitch Dice game, one roll Don't get cracked around this bitch My chain hang, we gangbang I'm on that money route Brother told me rock these shows And we gon' make it out She put them bands in her purse Then I took 'em out On my mama, I need more money Y'all can take the clout Can you salute me? Fresh off the plane from LA My life a movie, aye Big Bnb shit We gon' fill 'em up with groupies Niggas said they on my head Well, nigga, shoot me 2022, I'm taking over, bitch, this my year Too damn high, I'm in the sky, Buzz Lightyear I heard you looking for your bitch, bruh, she right here She leave with me I'm a nigga worst nightmare They really love me from LA to Japan Did a couple million views Now I need a million bands Gotta watch who you call your mans I don't got too many friends If you hopping on that road to These riches you need a plan, nigga My nigga Mir made the beat Here we go again I just rolled my last Zemi up I'm at the store again I'm finna pull the move, I'm like "Bro, we need to smoke again" She broke me off a dub I start laughing, did the Joker dance I just hit my cougar bitch up, finna blow her in Got this bitch bank account froze like I snowed er in They like the lil dreads in the back I just growed 'em in Fuck her off my name, you only fuck her 'Cause you showed her ten I need this Zemi leaf, get the red pack You can get a extra 20K Bring his head back I just rolled a eighth of Zaza And some dead pack You loving on that dirty thot bitch I been bled that Nigga said he on my head, nigga, lie again Oh, I thought that nigga told That's your slime again? They not finna drop a hundred shots Finna slide again Need to free my lil brother out Doing time again Smoking clocks Counting blues riding through the blade Pull up on the side of a hoe, aye Bitch, what's your name? When I touch my next thirty piece I'm coming Johnny Dang Finna pull the move on us I feel like Dwyane Aye, huh? You just be typing hella gangster You a Internet shooter So I had to snatch your bitch 'cause she was digging the shooter You be saying rap cap from behind a computer But if I mutilate your face that's a slimy Maneuver Man, I don't understand all this Talking they doing Say you wanna blow me down Come up on me and do it And I ain't capping when I speak Bitch, I'm really gon' shoot it You think I'm pussy 'cause I'm white Bro, you really are stupid Yeah, my brother saw Life before he saw a diploma Started smoking hella early 'cause we love the aroma Yeah, Puyallup where I'm from but I've got love in Tacoma I've got a brother in the Bay and I've got one in Daytona I got suckers on My back and they be hoping I get shitbagged They want me in a box and, yeah They hope I get a toe tag Can't let it happen I gotta prove 'em wrong and prevail Always follow God but, oh my god, he put me through hell Stay levelheaded I take it to the chin and proceed Bitch get me attached Say she love me then she ghost me Never been no bitch to admit that I cry a lot Fuck being sad Put them tears up in a frying pot Rocking by my lonely Since '05 posted on the block Down for all my brothers Thinking differently, you better not Can't even speak to God About the shit I done did A lot of fathers getting taken We got kids raising kids It's an overlapping circle just like twisting a lid And if I pop this Wocky top then I'ma drop in the thizz I'm too faded to think I'm just drifting from reality Pretend that you okay and then distract from actuality I'm faded, I'm dated, been going crazy I made it I don't stutter in my speech Best believe I'ma say it I been tryna be more open 'Bout the ways I been feeling I been shortening my circle and Expanding my vision I just wanna be at peace, fuck the shooting and killing But if they ever try to test me They ain't raising they children, huh? Aye, y'all know what the fuck going on I had to bring them Boutabag niggas to the Thizzler Cypher, man Kflex in the building, he finna chew this motherfucker, come on Aye It's kinda hard to tell me stop after they get me going They try to stab You in your back and act like you ain't knowing Bands for this fit But to you it's just regular clothing Fifty dollar eighths, we ain't doing no regular smoking You ain't never had a foreign bitch that need a passport Bitch, my niggas really 'Bout a bag, not 'bout a Jansport Baby, I cannot put on a cape That's what your man for Brother get to blowing with that fire It's a FN torch All your nigga do is tell tales, I think he a fairy It's a Boutabag nigga season, yeah, it's getting scary Baby, put this nick in your purse like Mariah Carey He a cat and he beat her ass Like it's Tom and Jerry Everybody saying that they balling They keep thunder I wouldn't worry 'bout no nigga With a wack jumper I'm the type to give a bad bitch a fake number You ain't make her pay for that pipe You a fake plumber Aye I been killing cyphers for a minute This shit old to me Name a nigga fuck Hoes and sell out more shows than me You ain't got no load How is you trapping? Niggas bold to me And stop making songs with all that cap, niggas hoes to me Said he 'bout a bag but bro can't buy designer clothes like me He ain't spending bands on Melrose Neck froze like me Who you know mix Off-White and RtA clothes like me? And how the fuck I let this Wockhardt get a hold of me? I showed you niggas how to talk shit, it's not coincidental Took the diamonds out the shop And threw 'em in my dental Niggas asking 'bout that Lamb truck But it was just a rental I'm high off top shelf You high off monkey in the middle I just need like two rich bitches Put me in the middle My last bitch call me Peter Piper 'Cause she like my pickle I'ma talk shit 'til I can't, leave the beat cripple Bands on his top Box the chop but I am not Remble And I am not rapping, I just shit talk The Wocky saying, "Pour me up," I think I seen a brick talk Broke niggas out here moving ass-backwards crisscross If I ain't really 'bout a bag Then how I make his bitch walk? If I ain't really 'bout a bag then how I make his bitch walk?

Yeah Yeah Girl gotta me now Me know Do you really need me Do you need me Niggas wanna be me Why you wanna be me Yeah yah Yeah yah You my shawty Looking hella fine Looking naughty Yeah Yeah Walking you to class hella tardy Yuh yuh Sitting in the back with nobody Yuh yuh yuh I'm sorry looking for nobody Body Pushing to my limits Pushing to nobody Know i'm pushing to body Body Ouwah Yeah yuh Know i'm stuck Yeah yuh Know i'm fucked Yeah yuh Know i'm cut Yeah yuh Know i'm up Yeah yuh Growing up Yeah Growing up Huh Huh Now i realized Moving up Now i realized You haven't been the same You really gotta doit but you gotta change your ways I haven't been the same I'm losing my love know i'm changing anyways It's been so many days i'm loosing my love I'm losing anyways losing love Ouwah Ouwah Losing my love Yeah Ouwah Ouwah Here we go Everybody hating I'm asking myself why Why They say they proud but I know that is lie They been wishing on my down fall since my first rhyme Rhyme Everybody talking all they shit just to knock me off my grind Yeah Man you really wasted my time tho Could've spent all that time getting high You somehow broke my fucked mind Ask me how I'm doing I'll say I'm fine I'm just trying do me why y'all gotta hate They ask me how I feel I say I'm feeling great But deep inside my heart is heavy and it's full of rage I'm trying stand straight man it feels like I got weights My mind is trapped feels like it's locked up in a cage I tried talking to my nigga axel but it was too late Man I gotta get there fast shit can't wait I gotta get my family out of this state Cuz I can't risk losing anybody that I love And I can't risk loosing myself to the damn drugs I'm trying stay together with this smoke in my lungs Man I wish Roman can see how I'm going up I was a nice kid yeah I was My people started dying and that really fucked me up I used to play with toys now I'm grippin on them guns And just know I ain't doing this shit for fun I was hella fun Hella fun Just to be that nigga that would make run Make a run Know i'm that nigga that would fake the blunt Fake a blunt Making all this money man these niggas dum Yeah Yeah Yeah All theses niggas dum back in high school just to play the drums Play the drums Now that i'm big now i make run Make a run Yeah Yeah Make a run Yeah Yeah And shawty with the blue jeans Goodman she be posing hella mean Goodman she be posing work me Woah Woah Baby ill give you a rose Yeah Yeah And baby ill give the world Yeah Yeah Roses are red violets are blue I'm giving this roses now i give it to you

Fame And Glory I've been up, i've been down I've been square, i've round I've been lost, i've been found And i've been sleeping around And you know it Though i don't show it I've been under attack Stabbed in the back Hanging with jack But now i'm on the right track For a moment Hope i don't blow it I'll be dancing on the table And i hit the ground I know it doesn't show But i'm about to blow And i hope you feel the same, man Cause i ain't gonna change that Time is moving slow Just get me to the show Still the same old story A quest for fame and glory I've been first, i've been last Stuck in the past Moving too fast I've been having a blast for a moment Now i'm below it I've been up, i've been beat Sticky and sweet Roaming the streets Just for something to eat I can show it Yes, i can show it I'll be dancing on the table And i hit the ground I know it doesn't show But i'm about to blow And i hope you feel the same, man Just take me to your main man Time is moving slow Just get me to the show Still the same old story it's a bitter story A quest for fame and glory the quest for fame and glory