Best of Brooklyn Cypher 2014 Mogul Club (Ft. Franco Vegas, Ioan Delice, King Critical, Madwiz, Radamiz & Yungstar)
[Verse 1: Franco Vegas]
The boy Vegas just to look at you from uptown
Momma had to learn quick had me at my age now
Kept a blunt when she [?]
Gave me tough skin that made me the man I am now
I grew up a screw, hung out with shooters
The dribbling kind or the guys with 9's and Rugers
So you outta your mind if you think this Yankee boy coming with these weak punches you can call me Frankie Jude
No more crutches to lean on back to me against the world bout to get my swing on
New York great I get my Bernard King on
Outta this world I should spit this shit and cling on
I got 99 problems and the team ain't one
Well, 98 cause the cream ain't one
And if you got a problem I'll create one
Get your mans for these bars I cremate son
While you niggas talking Gucci, Louis, and Margiela
I'm thinking my man yella tryna keep my people better
See the difference 'tween me and you never equal
So just give me my space before I'm pressed to delete you
Flow chill and the bars so lethal, chicken
Ya I see you my talent was scared, me too
I grow fond of my lyrical strength
Got him jumping like Olajuwon fakes on the paint
I see they catching on gotta take in the bank
You been reaching the stars for its right up in your face
Niggas talk a lot of shit but you better know this
I ain't a Christian we can battle and I'll leave you soulless
You probably think I'm nuts I tell you the whole list
You wanna call me a dick well Ill tell you to blow this
I'm tired of being nice man who's back to menace
I think you whack so let's see if it's fact or fiction
The boy Vegas just to look at you from uptown
Momma had to learn quick had me at my age now
Kept a blunt when she [?]
Gave me tough skin that made me the man I am now
I grew up a screw, hung out with shooters
The dribbling kind or the guys with 9's and Rugers
So you outta your mind if you think this Yankee boy coming with these weak punches you can call me Frankie Jude
No more crutches to lean on back to me against the world bout to get my swing on
New York great I get my Bernard King on
Outta this world I should spit this shit and cling on
I got 99 problems and the team ain't one
Well, 98 cause the cream ain't one
And if you got a problem I'll create one
Get your mans for these bars I cremate son
While you niggas talking Gucci, Louis, and Margiela
I'm thinking my man yella tryna keep my people better
See the difference 'tween me and you never equal
So just give me my space before I'm pressed to delete you
Flow chill and the bars so lethal, chicken
Ya I see you my talent was scared, me too
I grow fond of my lyrical strength
Got him jumping like Olajuwon fakes on the paint
I see they catching on gotta take in the bank
You been reaching the stars for its right up in your face
Niggas talk a lot of shit but you better know this
I ain't a Christian we can battle and I'll leave you soulless
You probably think I'm nuts I tell you the whole list
You wanna call me a dick well Ill tell you to blow this
I'm tired of being nice man who's back to menace
I think you whack so let's see if it's fact or fiction
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