XXL, Jon Connor, Jarren Benton, Lil Bibby, Troy Ave - XXL Freshmen 2014 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics
[XXL, Jon Connor, Jarren Benton, Lil Bibby, Troy Ave - XXL Freshmen 2014 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics]
It’s Jon Connor, the people’s rapper
Uh, look, ayy, start with a dream
Young and naive and then
They grow the ambition fucked up conditions
Put my mom’s in a better position
See I’m the future like a psychic prediction
I’m from the school of hard knocks
Shit I did life in detention
I’m from where niggas get shot down
Dreams get shot down
Wish the hood would let us live
But all we heard was, "Block out"
Now I’m further than what
They believed I’d achieve
‘Cause Flint niggas don’t even want you
To have dreams when you sleep
Low expectations, no expectations
Know what you facing
Fuck the odds I proved you can
Get up from under a basement
I been with scandalous bitches that
Will take you for granted
Roll with scandalous niggas
Only taking advantage
People take your kindness for weakness
Taking you through the ringer
It’s a gang bang
Life is a bitch and it’s not a pre-nup
Life is dirty, shit box dirty
And we’re playing clean-up
Go through the Ike & Tina
Before the Martin & Gina
I play follow the leader and I done swam
With the sharks made it out the Aquafina
Niggas turned into leeches
Turned these swamps into beaches
My people saying, "Eureka!", niggas pretend
They hate you, they despise you
They ain’t you niggas is full of shit that’s
Why they probably empty
God promised a feast how you
Gon’ tempt me with Denny's
Niggas and bitches rats
Stay away from Mickey's and Minnie’s
I fend for this city
When I ain’t have a friend in this city
Adding in your two cents? I’ll show you
What to do with them pennies, look
My intellect been a wreck
Crash course on this real shit
In Flint, every day is a Virginia Tech
Fuck rating on the internet
Fuck what popping off in comments
Pop off in public my niggas is into that
Jon Connor AVM, Aftermath
Best in the world nigga!
Uh, Jarren Benton, half man
Half-tyrannosaurus
I wasn’t born I was thrown out a
Spaceship and landed in an abandoned forest
The Grizzly bear trapped Goldilocks in
A pan of porridge
I carve my name in ya fuckin’ scalp
You can’t ignore us
Go get a damn thesaurus, the preacher
The son of God
Only way you fuckin’ with Mister Benton
No facade i put a man in the desert sand
That’s no mirage i go gambit on niggas and
Pull your poker cards
I go loco mark open heart surgery
With no power tools
A fuckin’ monster, I will devour you
I’m Cujo and cocaine with rabies in them
These kids dying like
Casey Anthony babysitting
I’ll fuckin’ fuckin’ rip your tonsils out
And throw your dead corpse in a
Tool shed in my uncle’s house
I got love for Lil Boosie but free Mumia
These niggas signing like three-60 deals
For two new Kias shit, TLC got a Rav-4
You might catch me in a
Prius with a bad whore
I snatch a rapper out the sunroof of a Jaguar
You ain’t a spitter
Then what the fuck do you rap for?
Niggas like, "I ain’t a rapper
I’m a trapper"
Then stay inside the trap or get
Eaten by the fuckin’ master
Of ceremonies, it's hip hop
With a gold rope and a pair of ponies
Can't grab a bitch by the ponytail
‘cause the hair is phony
Moving from African Gods to Amistad
To niggas going broke and still
Stuntin' in they momma’s car
It’s FV 20-one-four, the summer’s ours
And you a bitch in a woman’s skirt
Son of a coward the fireman
I extinguish these niggas out fast
I grew up off of Red, Em
Goodie Mob and Outkast
I keep the Wu Tang sword
Propped on the front seat
That’s your favorite rapper? To me
That nigga just lunch meat
Jarren Benton, rest in peace Jahmal Pryor
Uh, let me talk my shit
Bands in my pocket so I walk like this
Just spent 80 grand when I bought my whip
Lou told me to lease it but I bought my shit
And I came in the game like LeBron James
First the money, and the fame
Then the broads came
See your clique, 50 deep, but they all lame
Young nigga stacking books like a card game
They like, "How the fuck is he a freshman?"
Young nigga spitting better than the veterans
I need the cover
Why the fuck I gotta sit with them?
The whole world know these words
Ain't compared to him
Uh, yeah the kid’s so cocky, feeling like Ali
Niggas can’t stop me, jackers wanna rob me
Opps wanna pop me
That's why I keep a lil’ bro right beside me
I’m from the Chi
Shit real in this motherfucker
Fuck around, get killed in this motherfucker
Paranoid, I can’t chill in this motherfucker
Can’t leave without the steel
In this motherfucker
These niggas keep saying, "Don’t trip"
Climbing to the top, I just hope I don’t slip
Niggas sending threats and I
Never been a bitch
So I’m steady buying guns
Youngin feeling like tilt
Lil Bibby I’m the same old pimp
No more Ramen Noodles
Just lobsters and shrimp
I could be in jail tryna
Talk through them vents
Or running from the cops
Probably hopping a fence
But, I’m in the drop with the tints
Flow so sick it don’t make no sense
Niggas be mad I don’t take no pics
Chain so froze I could take your bitch
But, I don’t even need ice though
And this that '84 mic flow
We don’t rap beef, my squad a little psycho
Plus these rap niggas suck like Lipo
I ain’t forgot about the old me
Straight off the block now
I’m ballin’ like Kobe
Troy Ave, with the classic feel
Bands be racking, major without a deal
I’m that nigga
If you got eyes you could tell
You’re seeing me rise
You're seeing me with XXL
Putting on for my city and I’m doing it well
So much style I should be down
With The Stylistics as well
This like BIG and Jay, Troy Ave hit after
I represent the streets
I ain’t these weirdo rapper
Self paid nigga came from whipping the batter
Hit the bank they like
"Who is this young stacker?"
HP, PSB, HE, double-L yes, oh baby, yeah
It’s me
Ho spillers, smooth skinner, dope dealer
Mad niggas be out in New York, my buzz iller
I’m an ill nigga, Dungarees by Hilfiger
As a lil’ nigga coming up, now I’m bigger
In the dope game
Then these fraud niggas with rap names
I’m named after my block, Troy Ave mane
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Still in this street thang
We’ll be at the Barclays
Nets versus Heat game
Man, where these other niggas seats man?
Man, these seats ain’t cheap, man
These other niggas weak, man
Talking ‘bout they proud of me
Pay attention to my moves
But I style for free
These bum nigga styles ain’t no style to me
Dick riding never been transportation, B
Powder, Troy Ave biz, we reckless
New York City shit, uh huh
Uh, look, ayy, start with a dream
Young and naive and then
They grow the ambition fucked up conditions
Put my mom’s in a better position
See I’m the future like a psychic prediction
I’m from the school of hard knocks
Shit I did life in detention
I’m from where niggas get shot down
Dreams get shot down
Wish the hood would let us live
But all we heard was, "Block out"
Now I’m further than what
They believed I’d achieve
‘Cause Flint niggas don’t even want you
To have dreams when you sleep
Low expectations, no expectations
Know what you facing
Fuck the odds I proved you can
Get up from under a basement
I been with scandalous bitches that
Will take you for granted
Roll with scandalous niggas
Only taking advantage
People take your kindness for weakness
Taking you through the ringer
It’s a gang bang
Life is a bitch and it’s not a pre-nup
Life is dirty, shit box dirty
And we’re playing clean-up
Go through the Ike & Tina
Before the Martin & Gina
I play follow the leader and I done swam
With the sharks made it out the Aquafina
Niggas turned into leeches
Turned these swamps into beaches
My people saying, "Eureka!", niggas pretend
They hate you, they despise you
They ain’t you niggas is full of shit that’s
Why they probably empty
God promised a feast how you
Gon’ tempt me with Denny's
Niggas and bitches rats
Stay away from Mickey's and Minnie’s
I fend for this city
When I ain’t have a friend in this city
Adding in your two cents? I’ll show you
What to do with them pennies, look
My intellect been a wreck
Crash course on this real shit
In Flint, every day is a Virginia Tech
Fuck rating on the internet
Fuck what popping off in comments
Pop off in public my niggas is into that
Jon Connor AVM, Aftermath
Best in the world nigga!
Uh, Jarren Benton, half man
Half-tyrannosaurus
I wasn’t born I was thrown out a
Spaceship and landed in an abandoned forest
The Grizzly bear trapped Goldilocks in
A pan of porridge
I carve my name in ya fuckin’ scalp
You can’t ignore us
Go get a damn thesaurus, the preacher
The son of God
Only way you fuckin’ with Mister Benton
No facade i put a man in the desert sand
That’s no mirage i go gambit on niggas and
Pull your poker cards
I go loco mark open heart surgery
With no power tools
A fuckin’ monster, I will devour you
I’m Cujo and cocaine with rabies in them
These kids dying like
Casey Anthony babysitting
I’ll fuckin’ fuckin’ rip your tonsils out
And throw your dead corpse in a
Tool shed in my uncle’s house
I got love for Lil Boosie but free Mumia
These niggas signing like three-60 deals
For two new Kias shit, TLC got a Rav-4
You might catch me in a
Prius with a bad whore
I snatch a rapper out the sunroof of a Jaguar
You ain’t a spitter
Then what the fuck do you rap for?
Niggas like, "I ain’t a rapper
I’m a trapper"
Then stay inside the trap or get
Eaten by the fuckin’ master
Of ceremonies, it's hip hop
With a gold rope and a pair of ponies
Can't grab a bitch by the ponytail
‘cause the hair is phony
Moving from African Gods to Amistad
To niggas going broke and still
Stuntin' in they momma’s car
It’s FV 20-one-four, the summer’s ours
And you a bitch in a woman’s skirt
Son of a coward the fireman
I extinguish these niggas out fast
I grew up off of Red, Em
Goodie Mob and Outkast
I keep the Wu Tang sword
Propped on the front seat
That’s your favorite rapper? To me
That nigga just lunch meat
Jarren Benton, rest in peace Jahmal Pryor
Uh, let me talk my shit
Bands in my pocket so I walk like this
Just spent 80 grand when I bought my whip
Lou told me to lease it but I bought my shit
And I came in the game like LeBron James
First the money, and the fame
Then the broads came
See your clique, 50 deep, but they all lame
Young nigga stacking books like a card game
They like, "How the fuck is he a freshman?"
Young nigga spitting better than the veterans
I need the cover
Why the fuck I gotta sit with them?
The whole world know these words
Ain't compared to him
Uh, yeah the kid’s so cocky, feeling like Ali
Niggas can’t stop me, jackers wanna rob me
Opps wanna pop me
That's why I keep a lil’ bro right beside me
I’m from the Chi
Shit real in this motherfucker
Fuck around, get killed in this motherfucker
Paranoid, I can’t chill in this motherfucker
Can’t leave without the steel
In this motherfucker
These niggas keep saying, "Don’t trip"
Climbing to the top, I just hope I don’t slip
Niggas sending threats and I
Never been a bitch
So I’m steady buying guns
Youngin feeling like tilt
Lil Bibby I’m the same old pimp
No more Ramen Noodles
Just lobsters and shrimp
I could be in jail tryna
Talk through them vents
Or running from the cops
Probably hopping a fence
But, I’m in the drop with the tints
Flow so sick it don’t make no sense
Niggas be mad I don’t take no pics
Chain so froze I could take your bitch
But, I don’t even need ice though
And this that '84 mic flow
We don’t rap beef, my squad a little psycho
Plus these rap niggas suck like Lipo
I ain’t forgot about the old me
Straight off the block now
I’m ballin’ like Kobe
Troy Ave, with the classic feel
Bands be racking, major without a deal
I’m that nigga
If you got eyes you could tell
You’re seeing me rise
You're seeing me with XXL
Putting on for my city and I’m doing it well
So much style I should be down
With The Stylistics as well
This like BIG and Jay, Troy Ave hit after
I represent the streets
I ain’t these weirdo rapper
Self paid nigga came from whipping the batter
Hit the bank they like
"Who is this young stacker?"
HP, PSB, HE, double-L yes, oh baby, yeah
It’s me
Ho spillers, smooth skinner, dope dealer
Mad niggas be out in New York, my buzz iller
I’m an ill nigga, Dungarees by Hilfiger
As a lil’ nigga coming up, now I’m bigger
In the dope game
Then these fraud niggas with rap names
I’m named after my block, Troy Ave mane
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Still in this street thang
We’ll be at the Barclays
Nets versus Heat game
Man, where these other niggas seats man?
Man, these seats ain’t cheap, man
These other niggas weak, man
Talking ‘bout they proud of me
Pay attention to my moves
But I style for free
These bum nigga styles ain’t no style to me
Dick riding never been transportation, B
Powder, Troy Ave biz, we reckless
New York City shit, uh huh