XXL, Mac Miller, Lil Twist - XXL Freshmen 2011 Cypher - Part 1 lyrics

Uh, it's YG, 400
The flow cold, got these hoes nose runnin'
The rap game a bakery
I'm getting dough from it
And I shop with it
I got something to show from it
I got this white girl, she like my snow bunny
These niggas jokes in they raps, so funny!
It's Mr Young Gangsta
These niggas so wanksta
Like, "Don't sleep on us
" these niggas better wake up
Candle lit money, nigga, get ya cake up
Bullets like makeup, they switch your face up
I'm like an airplane, girl
You know what's up
Niggas blowing money quick like
We blowing blunts
Red Chucks like my bitch's lipstick
I'm taking bitches down, like the hit stick
Push in, motherfucker, nigga go hard


These niggas baller blocking
I call 'em bo gaurds

Yeah look, ayy

Whatever it is, they're getting it straight
I'm too obsessed, too dedicated, never escape
I ain't scared, I'ma go in
Looking like I'm glowing
Running on beats, you show me your feet
If you ever be down to flowing, now
I got a notion, I'ma put this into motion
Speeding through the present, tryna
Get there and coast, man
Hopes the dope man will be there soon
For now the music up loud
And the beat on smooth
I'm just rhyming, spitting so efficient
Keeping the tradition
While seeking to be different
Just dropped KIDS
But I'm a man of many words
I had to do it big
Couldn't ever stop the work
And now you heard my verse
So your bubble gon' burst yeah, we on third
Say what up to the homies on first
If I can I'm a kick it
Rip it just 'cause I love it
Now they hit me
Ask me to spit it up out in public
Got time that you wastin' hatin'
When you could focus on
Your own grind: skatin'
Mad I got fans and they mad I got love
'Cause me and music fit like a glove, so snug
All you angry ma'fuckers go and form a club
'Cause when you come around me
It ain't nothing but love
I got girls giving hugs, people dapping me up
And you in the corner, like, "Oh man
Mac sucks" it's been a long grind and
A little bit of luck
Feeling blessed every day for the
Way I'm coming up i can promise you this: I
Ain't even close to done
Just pray to God that I'm
Safe when the soldiers come they hear me
They forgetting if I'm old or young
Got this music on lock, but I open up
All the time
'cause my bars and my rhymes be my lifestyle
Blowing white clouds
You getting high right now

Yeah

It go live from the Apple
Slicing the American pie
With dope lyrics, watch me get America high
By your appearance
I can get a glimpse of your vibe
They say you are what you wear
I'm Yves Saint Laurent
Maison Martin Margiella, catch me
At the Montreyon, fella
I'm getting money thats why you all jealous
This ain’t a rap song, this is a rap psalm
Immaculate so I'ma be the first to cast on
In kindergarten
I was filling out my tax form
While my other class mates was
Learning Jimmy Crack Corn
How could I go broad
Riding shotgun with Lupe through Chicago hood
Hat tilted to the side like a GD
Bumping a Pac CD, picture me rollin'
Holla when you see me
This easy, sorta like my ABC's
It'll take em' to the Pelham, nigga
One-two-three
Know my name when I spell, it's D-Itwo-Gs
Rather die before I'm telling see I'm too G
Diggy!

Yeah check, Twist

Beatin' up the beat like it's
A high school drumline
I got the teachers like "What
Has he become now?"
A young genius, homie I'm like and Einstein
Yeah, I'm balling now
We go to Belize and I'll shine
No deportion, split the dough in proportion
Grown man money, these kids partial abortion
Goin' to the mall
They playing around and horsin'
They beefin' while Twizzy up
Dropping stacks in Nordstroms
Porky Pig Pull, but that ain't all folks
Ain't kidding with y'all folks
Sound like a kid but I
Ain't kidding at all, though
So don't mistake me
And one more thing: It's Young Mula, baby