Fge Cypher, Pt. 2

Body after body all I know is murder

I'm from the darkside

If I had to draw cert, life????

Drop it on y'all side

Thats why I try hard to not get involved

And stay under gods lie

When i promise tomorrow just sawr? at their face

And pray for those lost eyes

Niggas playing games with this shit

Why im hopin brains will get hit

I target minds i ain't talkin shells

But i really aim in this spit

Whats your direction nigga

Do you know where you heading nigga

Hope its to the cheddar nigga

Then the heaven nigga or whatever

But can't be around me if you don't want better nigga

Yea I know I'm ahead of niggas

And I don't embellish, nigga

I try not to embarrass niggas

But sometimes I can't help it's not in my character

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I said thank god I ain't kickin in doors no more

Emptying poles no more

50s on the road do 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

Cuz with no delay I'm gone

I'm grown, I'm glowin

If its war bitch then I'm blown

No rims nigga I'm scorin

My wings up bitch I'm soarin

FGE poppin thats corn

And they knowing

We got it fucking going on and thats porn nigga

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

Ima get the back you gon get the front

Bandannas like montanas 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 os

Shout out big moe

That my big bro

Momma told me how these niggas 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

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 looters?

Then its back gettin that mulah, yea

Tip toe to that cash

Til that front door

Then its kick door

While I grip pole for that cash

Hell no I don't need no mask

Niggas 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

Cuz I never ever had shit

And after every show I got a bad bitch

Touching on me like a tablet

Yea that bitch she on me

She just prolly wanna meet tony

But you know the rules

Gotta meet broski

Then broski and broski

Blowin power puff with these bitches nice

Sugar with the spice

Ima 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

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That'll make a pussy nigga sit back

He can get that forty like he bet a dub

He can get that 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

Niggas 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 cuz they off beat

I be talkin money niggas 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?? like that lean

Touchin my chest cuz I'm king

She wanna search just like bling

Now that bitch got what she need

Ballin, but not in the league

Fire in the church

There is 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 until 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, I pray to the merciful and beneficent

I second guess the message

The truth ain't never pleasant

The futures present hip hops alive and resurrected

Play with me and I'm???

It gets uglier than carrot top

Leave her pussy bloody like its cherry popped

Six feet deep three pair of socks

Put em in the ground thats 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 thats G-Unit

Got another clip with a hundred rounds

That got more in it thats 3 stooges

Plus 30 in my dez eagle

Turn em into red people

Whack em while their jewelry on

Nigga Icy(I see) 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