BET, 6LACK, Little Simz, Tee Grizzley, Mysonne, Axel Leon - 2017 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 4 lyrics

Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo, DJ Premier, let's get it

Hey, posed at the north side of that London
Where fed there's always a pagan teeth
Look quiet, don't trust 'em
Where if you walk around with
A chip on your shoulders
Tryna get lemon, couldn't get battered
You know it, where I come from
73 will get me from home to college and back
Winter will make me go from my
Home to college and back
Why? Ain't tryna be out in the cold like that
Boujee still, when this city grow like that?
Cute in hills
Then a trackie for the road like that
All details, yeah, I can do both like that
I push my own set of wheels
On the road like that
Shit, I'm actually a G, my friends
You know like that trust me, I'ma free up
I'm been moving and weaving
Now the gate in my ways, through the system
I seen museum
Everyone's got a purpose, everybody's a being
Being the only alien, y'all around me
I'm seeing more than you can imagine
Who'd of thought this would happen?
Teachers looked at me funny when I
Said I'd make it from rapping
Still got love for Miss Rosen
Still got love for Miss Wilton
I don't fuck with Miss Chambers
She didn't do me no favours
Calling out all the agents
Can't see beyond they nose
I kill shit then I kill
Shit, when shit's killed, i'm ghost
Don't wanna talk depressed
Get them cameras out my face
I'm anti-social as fuck, lord, just
Need a smaller space, space

Yo, I wanted them to say something
For having but I'm pissed off
That I ain't take it serious then
And it took me this long
I pissed on everything I ain't
Doing number two long
What is you on? I'm heroine
I traveled here in a brick form
They turned on me, all ego, man
I had to start again from
Scratch like Preemo hands
Did more, Halle Berry in a Coogi
I'm a big storm
I rip y'all, you wack, off rip but it rip off
I almost quit sniff
Quarter drip then I gripped on we lit mom
I'm at the awards without a hit song
Think I said "kill it on BET"
Like don't be human, be an alien, be ET
EBT? That's a TBT
Turn BET to Boriqua y TTV (Juice)
Leon, rappers don't got enough
Fire to show me young Jugo
Y'all could call me five fire emoji
Put rappers in a pot
Come and check if it's boiling
You put him feet first and push him
'til his neck in and boil it
Thirst 'til everything in your saving
And checking is voided
Couldn't stone but he collect unemployment
Heard him almost threw up, sewer
Doo doo like he grew up next to the toilet
I don't even put in effort, I spoil it
For everybody trying Leon on line
They can't effin' avoid it
I ain't stop, already effin' destroyed it
We run rap from the jump
I'm KRS One to Capital Pun
That's when I promised Pun I would
Bring rap back to the Bronx
We catch him, let him go
Put him back in the trunk
After the pump blast to the lung
They task in the trunk, mhm
Wrist said I'm big with it like a half a key
My neck chilly like I've
Never been to Applebee's i'm the best
No offense to anyone that back with me
Bruh, they set you up before
They put you after me, jugo

Welcome to reality
I'm a fake rapper's rivalry
The leader of the cavalry
Young Huey P with Big Meech mentality
The rap Kapernick with 2Pac's anatomy
I got 'em mad at me
'Cause I freed kids from the trap
And put morals over salary
But they would rather me lie the
Way they lied to me
Have them in these streets dying
Becoming casualties
But nah, I'm a whole different breed
Everybody following, I was sent to lead
I'm a soldier, when I bleed
I just lick the wound
No, you not a G, you got it misconstrued
You all on IG, lying to get views
You got these little kids dying
Trying to listen to you
Or they sitting in prison instead
Of sitting in school
Because you told them play the game
Didn't give them the rules
Won't you tell them to fix
Their plan just to lose
To all my young kings: don't
Ever listen to fools
Nah, I'm not hatin', just a little confused
How show 'em all the diamonds
Never give 'em no jewels?
And if you're tired of the buffoonery
Follow me
I'll show you how to shine without jewelry
Show you how to grind and
Bought back to community
Bring black on black crime
Back to black unity
If you a G, I know you see you and me
Gangster, but wow
Ain't nothin' nigga can do with me
One man army, imagine if it was two of me
I swear next year Oprah gon'
Try to cougar me, huh
'Cause I did it on my own i'm putting work
Now I'm sitting on his throne
Crown me the same way that you do any king
I rather nail for something than
Just stand for anything

At the cypher, I ain't write this
Let it come from head
One rule amongst my gang
Let's keep one in the head
They hatin' but they ain't gonna
Touch one of my dreads
After I gun at your head
Boy I'm 'gon come for your mans
I'm from Detroit
Where we run up through bandz
Cut up them grams and go dumb with them scams
You owe me some money, better run my bread
When mark jump out with that pump
You can't run it's sprayin'
They throw their beef over the gram
They feds
Can't even speak about my beef, they dead
Only time rappers start to act like my friend
Is when they in my
City looking for protection, they scared
I can't eat without my dawgs, they fed
I can't really tell if they opps or they fans
I think that prison did somethin' to my head
I was locked up with somethin' this
Long strapped to my leg
I heard the trenches got a hero
It's about time hundred on my neck
I came a long way from Compton
Fifty on my wrist
I came a long way from child time
If I stacked up hundreds
It would stand about 5'9"
Ballin' on these boys like I'm Bron-Bron
Dunked that green side and that white side
Hassan everywhere I go I'm strapped down
Like I rock climb
I would keep goin' but I ain't got time, hah

Around the time when Lil Wayne
Was on every hook
I was on my worm-tip, I was in every book
And T-Pain was killin' every
Remix he could smell
Them my homie did some shit and
Had to sit in the cell
So I focused on my music
Chose my sentences well
Now my sentences sell
I don't censor them well
Connected to a higher power like
I sit in a cell
Tower, this ain't rappin' while
I'm splitting a cell
Okay, all my favourite rappers are washed up
And write the same song ten times
Leave me star-struck my president on crack
My exes is black like my name is
I ain't even 'posed to be famous
I heard 'em saying "Who they sayin'
Who be they?"
But they ain't never put the work in
Internet surfing, Instagram lurking
Been waitin' on this moment since
Tigger was in the basement
106 was poppin', Free looked amazing
Damn, that boy got a flow of a hunnid guns
She say "Baby, you a savage, " I say "21, 21"
When I finish this verse, download my album
Take a chance on a rapper
You don't want no problems
Watched enough cyphers to know I
Need a gun bar somethin' 'bout an AR and how
That thing is dumb tall
I'ma take it, I'ma swing it like a pendulum
Dog and your toupée ain't safe
So you better run, dog
It's a DMX flow, it's a we up next flow
They can't really handle bars
It's a BMX flow
I'm skippin' through this thing
Like I'm Snoop, what it do?
Atlanta got a star, boy, I'm the proof
Hip-hopped over the beat
Hopscotched over the street top notch
Mispronounce my name and get pop-rocked
I come from the east
We hustle for a ten piece and
Split it with the game
It's FREE 6LACK and I'll be here
Until you know the name