XXL - XXL Freshmen 2014 Cypher - Part 1 lyrics
[XXL - XXL Freshmen 2014 Cypher - Part 1 lyrics]
Lot of grievances and wish tales
On the wrong niggas
K's sound like grey hounds, they long winded
Week start, high school sweetheart
What's wrong with him? Black snake moan
Tre-eight long as bone tissue
Lay on side my son and he's like ''Daddy
What's wrong?'' few elusive habit's
Won't consider marriage I'm gone
I've been shot, I've been stabbed
Had like cheap liquor
Slipped then got back on my
Feet like C billups
I done lost my money gambling
Loudmouth rambling did a lot of lying 'til
My women couldn't stand it
Nigga killed my brother so I
Took him from his family
Went and got some tears in my face
Now I'm branded
All I ever wanted was some money like Sandy
Louis Vuitton shades for my dame, life fancy
Sweet face then I lick her pussy like nasty
But, I ain't like her boyfriend
If you was just asking
Wait, who is this? Ayo, wait, I don't know
I'm doing this XXL shit
I can't really talk on the phone right now
Smack called me, I was getting some head
He said ''come do this XXL cover instead''
I said ''for sure, bust a bitch on the bed
Bust a nut on her head
Tell me when and where and it's dead''
In the moment feels like a rush don't it?
Me hopping on the plane to fly
To New York with no advance
From my non-existent label to spend
Money I'm spent, funded my tour in Europe
Paid it for myself
When a bunch of niggas' labels
Probably paid for the spot
I don't know, maybe not
Could've been genuine
I laugh at Mr rogers in the hood
Told him why these niggas is broke boy
They need reassembling
I'm Wimbledon, used to be innanet
Now I'm a free man like Morgan, free agent
Three agents
The A&R man and a midget on my foreskin
Hey, Kobe, tell me how my ass taste
They should save my shit for the outtakes
I might take everyone out
Flee the scene with the murder weapon
And a dick in your mouth
Feet on your couch and my
Middle finger's up With my
Fucking Timb spot cause I don't give a fuck
Be on my grind and my hustle all day
Baby, I'mma shine, keep it bright always
And I be on the grind on the block all day
I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day
You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day
And baby I'mma shine like a light always
You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day
I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day
Yeah
Look, I'm on this XXL getting this paper
What I told her, she was slick as a fox
Sweet as the cadence, tell me, baby
You gon' love me or not?
With my dick in her mouth i'm just chilling
My eyes glued to the ceiling
Just imagine getting closer to God
My uncle tried to stand on
Money then grab on something
Then have no knots and have no
Nothings and can't afford that
Swerving, just left service with Aunt Berlin
The Drama got her busy
This tenant is cart serving
Serve a junkie, maybe his family or something
That said that math just be exquisite
When we pimping them bitches
Don't twist a cabinet in the kitchen
Unless you working them riches
Hold up, but we continue
We ain't washing no dishes
Laughing niggas laughing to the cashier
I don't really give a fuck
Getting to acting baffled
Should not crash ya
Told you you'd get it, nigga
He's a monster y-e-eah
Young black boy
How he got the labels scared?
A&R's be like, "Chano, you ain't playin fair"
You gon' set a bad example
For the average bear you a yogi
You should idle while in child's position
I be like, naw, these my sons
This prenatal care
I'mma show 'em how to make it
Here and make it fair
Take it there they could kill me
And I ain't gon' care
You is just an ankle weight
Lighter than some angel cake
Sweeter than some maple syrup
Easier than Ableton
Make a plate and make it player
Make 'em play it
Just don't count your sheep before they hatch
You chickens ‘fore your eggs or eat
'fore you say your prayer
Be on my grind and my hustle all day
Baby, I'mma shine, keep it bright always
And I be on the grind on the block all day
I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day
You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day
And baby I'mma shine like a light always
You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day
I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day
Yeah
On the wrong niggas
K's sound like grey hounds, they long winded
Week start, high school sweetheart
What's wrong with him? Black snake moan
Tre-eight long as bone tissue
Lay on side my son and he's like ''Daddy
What's wrong?'' few elusive habit's
Won't consider marriage I'm gone
I've been shot, I've been stabbed
Had like cheap liquor
Slipped then got back on my
Feet like C billups
I done lost my money gambling
Loudmouth rambling did a lot of lying 'til
My women couldn't stand it
Nigga killed my brother so I
Took him from his family
Went and got some tears in my face
Now I'm branded
All I ever wanted was some money like Sandy
Louis Vuitton shades for my dame, life fancy
Sweet face then I lick her pussy like nasty
But, I ain't like her boyfriend
If you was just asking
Wait, who is this? Ayo, wait, I don't know
I'm doing this XXL shit
I can't really talk on the phone right now
Smack called me, I was getting some head
He said ''come do this XXL cover instead''
I said ''for sure, bust a bitch on the bed
Bust a nut on her head
Tell me when and where and it's dead''
In the moment feels like a rush don't it?
Me hopping on the plane to fly
To New York with no advance
From my non-existent label to spend
Money I'm spent, funded my tour in Europe
Paid it for myself
When a bunch of niggas' labels
Probably paid for the spot
I don't know, maybe not
Could've been genuine
I laugh at Mr rogers in the hood
Told him why these niggas is broke boy
They need reassembling
I'm Wimbledon, used to be innanet
Now I'm a free man like Morgan, free agent
Three agents
The A&R man and a midget on my foreskin
Hey, Kobe, tell me how my ass taste
They should save my shit for the outtakes
I might take everyone out
Flee the scene with the murder weapon
And a dick in your mouth
Feet on your couch and my
Middle finger's up With my
Fucking Timb spot cause I don't give a fuck
Be on my grind and my hustle all day
Baby, I'mma shine, keep it bright always
And I be on the grind on the block all day
I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day
You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day
And baby I'mma shine like a light always
You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day
I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day
Yeah
Look, I'm on this XXL getting this paper
What I told her, she was slick as a fox
Sweet as the cadence, tell me, baby
You gon' love me or not?
With my dick in her mouth i'm just chilling
My eyes glued to the ceiling
Just imagine getting closer to God
My uncle tried to stand on
Money then grab on something
Then have no knots and have no
Nothings and can't afford that
Swerving, just left service with Aunt Berlin
The Drama got her busy
This tenant is cart serving
Serve a junkie, maybe his family or something
That said that math just be exquisite
When we pimping them bitches
Don't twist a cabinet in the kitchen
Unless you working them riches
Hold up, but we continue
We ain't washing no dishes
Laughing niggas laughing to the cashier
I don't really give a fuck
Getting to acting baffled
Should not crash ya
Told you you'd get it, nigga
He's a monster y-e-eah
Young black boy
How he got the labels scared?
A&R's be like, "Chano, you ain't playin fair"
You gon' set a bad example
For the average bear you a yogi
You should idle while in child's position
I be like, naw, these my sons
This prenatal care
I'mma show 'em how to make it
Here and make it fair
Take it there they could kill me
And I ain't gon' care
You is just an ankle weight
Lighter than some angel cake
Sweeter than some maple syrup
Easier than Ableton
Make a plate and make it player
Make 'em play it
Just don't count your sheep before they hatch
You chickens ‘fore your eggs or eat
'fore you say your prayer
Be on my grind and my hustle all day
Baby, I'mma shine, keep it bright always
And I be on the grind on the block all day
I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day
You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day
And baby I'mma shine like a light always
You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day
I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day
Yeah