Vado, Ransom, Oun-P, Lantana - RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher lyrics

Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more
'bout slime no more
That five white pure cause I'm so raw
Drip rocks till I couldn't climb no more
Became a hot boy like the 504
Master of the p and the pies go forth
Damn near free, I need a least five
Four more what you see you can't tell me
Walked in like the first scene in Belly
Like let 'em in though, black Timbs
Leather trench coat mac 10, let the clip go
Half where I send those
What happened? Niggas been broke
Send you a napkin with your kids toked
Bluh, bluh, blood everywhere
They jumped this caddy
Came back with bloods everywhere
Trunk of the Crown Vic
Kept drugs heavy there
You thought it was '96
Jesus head heavy here
Now I'm rich like ''look
Boy I'm over them''
Trying to play fantasy football
With Hov and them pick another check, shit
I took more than both of 'em
School my little bro
I look forward to growthing 'em
Yeah, now I just copped another watch
I just drove up the lot pushing another drop
My first stop 95th then hit the butterspot
The feds got me on shit that
Could get my mother hot

Military matter, on a mission, baby, listen
I put myself in position, man
It's a family tradition
My pops blood in every vein I got
So two things I can never
Do is change and stop
They don't understand the pain or
The brain I got
They weren't there when them people came
And changed them locks ever
That's why don't kill more
And these stupid niggas still slow
You still slow for real though
What you hear for?
Ain't trying to hear nothing till
A bullet hit his earlobe
Can you hear me now, we rising
I got game and I should've wore an
Live for my people and I'mma
Die for my people
I'd go to jail for my people
Hope I get mail from my people
I'd raise hell for my people
Shoot it out with the devil
Then head back to Cincinnati
Told 'em I'm about whatever
This for my people, how soon
Who don't want easy, that autotune
Listen, I got you, I'mma keep it ratchet
Ratchet on me, ain't got no
Homies, just my people, people
People, people, my life the Corleone
Wow, probably let off the 40
Ride that while I'm with people
They gon have to see you, it's evil

Money is the motive, got my mind on it
Come with triggers, see that floor
I put your mind on it
See this block here, I grind on it
99% of niggas waste lines
Over here got nines on it i switch grinds
I'm trying to get it every way
Til I'm eating like it's
Thanksgiving every day
Stay with a serious face cause
I don't ever play
Bad karma back in the days
Cause I ain't ever pray
I ain't with the trickery
Don't t be trying to get at us
Beat you til my hands turn
Roast and grabbing a cactus
No lights in the crib
Red light on the ratchet
Eight balls on the block
But the 40's was only jackets
Before there was 3 of us on the same mattress
Now there's 3 of us fucking the same actress
Dogging everything
I'm fucking the game backwards
Put more green leaf in
The air than StPatrick's
I'm still rapping, first of all
I'm doing this so my moms
Ain't gotta work no more
Music take away the pain
It don't hurt no more
Was looking for wealth
But I ain't gotta search no more
The loyalty
Where the fuck is that these days?
Best friends is getting each
Other clapped these days
These young niggas really don't know
How to act these days
It was better when I was
Younger in my athlete days
Go outside, hoop a little, you know
Flirt with the shorties go outside now I see
Somebody squirting the 40
Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the story
All you see is what a
Lot of niggas ain't showing
So when the tour started a
Lot of niggas ain't going
Now I don't listen to rap
A lot of niggas ain't flowing
Been doing it for a while
Now it's time to bring dough in
Humble, I don't brag or
Boast in these streets
But these white phones be looking
Like coke on my feet
I ain't get it from distributing
That coke on the streets
Got mine from putting cooked coke on the beat


Niggas know I don't show gratitude
Look at this rapper shoes, you can tell
Street prophecies told by the
Resurrection of Socrates
Every sentence I'm blessing properly
Manifesting philosophy
Ghetto monopoly, how oddisee on that property
Deep as them fossils be
Under the Earth geography
Got a lot to kin, no stopping me
Whoever is on top of me
Getting popped with three
Bullets, it's hollow, g
I'm a novelty to the rap minority
Perfect harmony paper like a lobotomy
The devil lurking aside of me
The ghetto probably doing robberies cause of
Part of me like the
Major arteries starving me
Till this day wonder where my father be
Pardon me, this is hard to me
Life is a lottery
Played it to like pornography
It ain't hard to see like photography
Lyrical sodomy
Got a license to kill like Sean Connery
Street corner pharmacy harming these fake
Thugs wearing army fatigue