fge cypher pt. 2

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body after body all i know is murder

i'm from the darkside

if i have to draw

serve like volleyball

and drop it on y'all side

that's why i try hard to not get involved

and stay under god's lie

when i promise tomorrow just saw at their face

and pray for the lost eyes

nigga's playing games with this shit

why i'm hopin brains will get hit

i target minds

i ain't talkin' shells

but i really aim in this spit

what's your direction

nigga?

do you know where you heading

nigga?

hope it's to the cheddar

nigga

then the heaven nigga

or whatever

but can't be around me if you don't want better

nigga

yeah i know i'm ahead of nigga's

and i don't embellish

nigga

i try not to embarrass nigga's

but sometimes i can't help it

it's not in my character

it's just god's will that he carry with him

and you know that my berry with them

case the hate get too real

it's okay

get buried with them

i will not tom and jerry with them

cherry pick em

and drop every top that get hairy with him

i should thank god i ain't kickin' in doors no more

emptying poles no more

50's on the road doe hoe

it ain't nothing to blow your show

but i'm in it to go get the cash

give and get the love tryin' to reach the fans

motivate they plans

give em what i can

give em to the man

hopin' they advance

cause with no delay i'm gone

i'm grown

i'm glowin'

if it's war bitch

then i'm blowin'

no rims nigga

i'm scorin'

my wings up bitch

i'm soarin'

fge poppin'

that's corn

and they knowing

we got it fucking going on

that's porn

nigga

fge shit

mob shit

man

mob! it's $avage!

i'm the nigga with the wings

and i lift em up

middle fingers up

to the ppd

309 pistol county where i'm from

sip a lotta lean

roll a lotta gas

do a lotta drugs

if i want ya boys bands

i hit him up

it'll be 2k

that'll split him up

call my nigga real

i'm a get the back

you go get the front

bandannas like montana's over my face when i hit em up

roll on em like alabama

once i up seven better give it up

like a 6-4

drop his top then put em in the trunk

better get low

fore the fifth blow

blowin big dro

36 o's

shout out big moe

that my big bro

momma told me how these nigga's switch though

keep a big a pole

with extendos

like a joystick

on nintendos

like i'm workin in the drive through

give it to em right through the window

chopper spray

bodies drop

niggas ride away

where i'm from its the slums

nigga

get theyself fucked up a lotta ways

i ain't saying that you gotta pray

but i seen it coming like a mile away

i'm just saying what i got to say

prolly not today

but every motherfucker got a day

yeah

y'all know how i'm rockin

bitch

j-real

uh

15

picture me rollin like 2pac

out the window blowin two glocks

pullin up like tube socks

with more ratchets than a toolbox

ain't a rapper

bitch i'm a shooter

your bitch

she gonna suck like a loser

slug me up like looter's

then it's back gettin that mulah

yeah

tip toe to that cash

till that front door

then it's kick door

while i grip pole for that cash

hell no i don't need no mask

nigga's hoes

they already know

they don't want me up foldin em on that ass

in that 4-door with the 4-0

hop out blowin' at they ass

acting like i never had shit

cause i never

ever

had shit

and after every show i got a bad bitch

touching on me like a tablet

yeah

that bitch she on me

she just prolly wanna meet tony

but you know the rules

gotta meet broski

then broski and broski

yeah

you know you gotta do broski 'nem

it's no fatigue

y'all can remember this

too

blowin' powerpuff with these bitches nice

sugar with the spice

i'm a get em right

coming from the bottom like some fucking ice

see the green clear like a fuckin' sprite

when i hit the booth it don't be nothin' nice

and bitches want the d

i got a couple hypes

they gonna let me hit like a bunch of likes

when she throw it back like a bunch of hikes

tell bud he better be wiser before he get hit in his six pack

right up the can

yeah

sip that

that'll make a pussy nigga sit back

he can get the forty like he bet a dub

he can get the forty like he bet on one

i bet i be hotter if he bet the sun

had to branch off from the separate ones

see that boy ridin' like a street sign?

we gon' give that pussy boy a peace sign

all these bitches want me like iphones

tell her slide on me

i need ihome

in your ho's-tel

no room b

still slidin'

no room key

your bitch suck like they boo-ing

nigga's mad at me like oooo-weee

young boy cool like the 3-cs

met a pretty girl with the 3-bs

spray in his house like fa-breeze

mask on

nigga can't see me

i don't rock with niggas cause they offbeat

i be talkin' money

nigga's talk cheap

i be in her mouth like false teeth

then i'm in between like flossing

roll up smoking with these bs

i hit that bitch in the eve

she shake it like tambourine

i just had to hit and run

hope she don't say please when i leave

i ball

i pull up like a sleeve

her pussy pink like that lean

touchin' my chest cause i'm king

she wanna search just like bing

now that bitch got what she need

ballin'

but not in the league

'tigue

rap god

fge shit

you already know how we comin'

man

bases loaded in this bitch

uhuuuhh

fire in the church

there's liars in the church

scratch the surface

find a diamond in the dirt

you gotta grind until it hurts

i am triumphed and diversed

flow rare

unfair

might start a riot with this verse

i will father like mufasa 'til i'm lyin' in the hearse

drive your lioners berzerk

i see clients in my merch

ok

i'm breaded bitch

you know i'm breaded like mozzarella sticks

godly

how is he heaven sent but so devilish?

the coldest flow

colder than any eskimos ever been

was sellin' shit

i served for 8 years

i felt like the president

been nailin' shit

you'll get off tonight like you workin' second shift

wings up

all praise to the merciful and beneficent

i second guess the message

the truth ain't never pleasant

the future's present hip-hop's alive and resurrected

play with me and i'm airin' opps

it get's uglier than carrot top

leave her pussy bloody like it's cherry popped

six feet deep

three pair of socks

put em in the ground

that's deep rooted

we keep winnin'

y'all keep losin'

we don't twitter beef

bitch we shootin'

all kinda clips

come preview it

this clip in my ak got 50 in it

that's g-unit

got another clip with a hundred rounds

that got mo' in it

that's 3 stooges

plus 30 in my dez eagle

turn em into red people

whack em while their jewelry on

nigga

icy dead people

glock sing when the mops ring

lay em down first like a box spring

had to sauce on em like some hot wings

we be goin in like a swat team

squah!