2FN, Young Prodigy, Roman - Backyard Cypher Part 1 lyrics
[2FN, Young Prodigy, Roman - Backyard Cypher Part 1 lyrics]
Chillin' on the block smoking
Bali wit my family
Pussy talking reckless but i know that
He won't blam at me get up off your ass
Stop wasting human anatomy
Life is short a lot of wasted
Talent man it's sad to see look
Uh this beat is goin dumb
I be smoking backwoods and you
Know i'm rolling thumbs
I might go and cop a pound
And flip it just for fun
Ayo rob come here and take
This beat bitch i'm done
You need to stop cause you
Just a waste of space
I'm on top like i'm the fuckin ace of spades
You like Magic Johnson you
Just contracting AIDS
I attract the crowd like we in the parade
Yeah i stay getting money
Why you laughing cause you think
This shit is funny?
Worked hard for everything I got
I was never lucky
But, I stay working hard cause none
Of this enough for me yeah
Gonna be at the top and that's that
Gonna have a sexy bitch and
You know that ass fat got pushed around
Now it's time to punch back
Yeah i stole your bitch
And now that's something that you lack
I ain't spit shit that's random
Pussys piss me off and it put me in a tantrum
I make hit's iconic they'll make
It the national anthem
People gon' remember me like this the
Oprah and i'm the phantom
I know you ain't bout the stuff
You rap about you bluffin
If she got a clean pussy imma
Eat it like a muffin
Got some platinum kush up in
My wood so i'm bussin
I blew thru a quarter pound
Fuck it that shit nothin hold up
Wait roll up medicate
Smokin to the brain just so I don't go insane
I just really want the money
You can keep the fame
Think about what's really important
Man use your brain
Yeah i gotta have it if i got your bitch
Best believe that imma smash it
That's the way i kill the beat
Yeah it's kinda tragic
People ask me how i do it
And i always say it's magic cause it's magic
Yeah i stay making bank
Imma take the game by storm yeah
Imma take it in a tank
Yeah when it comes to rap yeah
You know that i'm a saint
Call me Michael Angelo with his fuckin paint
Pull up with the pump
Leave you pussys spumped
Pop a pussy in his mouth if he tryna front
Raised in them slums
Yeah i'm touching on your bitch
Yeah i'm grabbing all her lady lumps
(Grabbing all her lady lumps)
Yeah you know the deal
Yeah you know i'm real oh i got your bitch
Yeah i'm calling that a steal
We don't do change we do big bills
Heart stone cold giving you the chills
Who the fuck is you? What we gonna do?
You don't know my life unless you
Walk up in my shoes we got a lot to prove
That's just how we move
I spit these bars like I am mechanical
This shots too easy i'm hot like i'm steamy
I am so high yeah i feel like i'm Wheezy
Pop me a hulk now i'm feeling uneasy
Fucking your bitch yeah her pussy so creamy
Bali wit my family
Pussy talking reckless but i know that
He won't blam at me get up off your ass
Stop wasting human anatomy
Life is short a lot of wasted
Talent man it's sad to see look
Uh this beat is goin dumb
I be smoking backwoods and you
Know i'm rolling thumbs
I might go and cop a pound
And flip it just for fun
Ayo rob come here and take
This beat bitch i'm done
You need to stop cause you
Just a waste of space
I'm on top like i'm the fuckin ace of spades
You like Magic Johnson you
Just contracting AIDS
I attract the crowd like we in the parade
Yeah i stay getting money
Why you laughing cause you think
This shit is funny?
Worked hard for everything I got
I was never lucky
But, I stay working hard cause none
Of this enough for me yeah
Gonna be at the top and that's that
Gonna have a sexy bitch and
You know that ass fat got pushed around
Now it's time to punch back
Yeah i stole your bitch
And now that's something that you lack
I ain't spit shit that's random
Pussys piss me off and it put me in a tantrum
I make hit's iconic they'll make
It the national anthem
People gon' remember me like this the
Oprah and i'm the phantom
I know you ain't bout the stuff
You rap about you bluffin
If she got a clean pussy imma
Eat it like a muffin
Got some platinum kush up in
My wood so i'm bussin
I blew thru a quarter pound
Fuck it that shit nothin hold up
Wait roll up medicate
Smokin to the brain just so I don't go insane
I just really want the money
You can keep the fame
Think about what's really important
Man use your brain
Yeah i gotta have it if i got your bitch
Best believe that imma smash it
That's the way i kill the beat
Yeah it's kinda tragic
People ask me how i do it
And i always say it's magic cause it's magic
Yeah i stay making bank
Imma take the game by storm yeah
Imma take it in a tank
Yeah when it comes to rap yeah
You know that i'm a saint
Call me Michael Angelo with his fuckin paint
Pull up with the pump
Leave you pussys spumped
Pop a pussy in his mouth if he tryna front
Raised in them slums
Yeah i'm touching on your bitch
Yeah i'm grabbing all her lady lumps
(Grabbing all her lady lumps)
Yeah you know the deal
Yeah you know i'm real oh i got your bitch
Yeah i'm calling that a steal
We don't do change we do big bills
Heart stone cold giving you the chills
Who the fuck is you? What we gonna do?
You don't know my life unless you
Walk up in my shoes we got a lot to prove
That's just how we move
I spit these bars like I am mechanical
This shots too easy i'm hot like i'm steamy
I am so high yeah i feel like i'm Wheezy
Pop me a hulk now i'm feeling uneasy
Fucking your bitch yeah her pussy so creamy