2016 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 5 BET (Ft. 3D Na'Tee, Consequence, Jidenna, Rain910 & Stove God Cooks)
[Intro: Jidenna]
Primo, you ready to set it off?
[Verse 1: Aaron Cooks]
Yellow lives matter
Yellow God, nappy head trapper
Mack daddy, daddy macker
Kriss cross with the wrist, I whip backwards
I walk on water in black Louie
Scoop some up in a pot and get back to it
The light skin Makavelli tapped celly
Valentino Nino sipping pinot, kilos in the Chevy
Tell them rappers thats up in the clouds
I got the scope on them now
They barely holdin it down
Ill snatch ya soul for the crown
Put it back inside you wake you up now tell them boys i ain't fuckin around
When my cousin got raided i kept grindin
The scale died the work i Left Eyed it
I had the spot on fire i couldn't leave boy the money was Andre risin
My chackra Glowin the chopper Blow like blocka blocka
You wake up with Biggie and Pac in the Morning
They can't afford my soul
I need money so high they gotta count it with a drone
I turn your favorite rapper to Casper
Take his blood and make a masterpiece after
How you master the pieces
When you don't own a piece of your master lil' nigga
You gotta pardon me fam
But you was talking like you had a whole pelican
Middleman dont pull up on me wit two o's in the v them is Aubrey Grahms
And tell Riggs at Atlantic not to panic but my price whent up im doin damage
Only pennies I ever needed was Janet
Feds at the door, more hard knocks than Annie
Cook$!
Primo, you ready to set it off?
[Verse 1: Aaron Cooks]
Yellow lives matter
Yellow God, nappy head trapper
Mack daddy, daddy macker
Kriss cross with the wrist, I whip backwards
I walk on water in black Louie
Scoop some up in a pot and get back to it
The light skin Makavelli tapped celly
Valentino Nino sipping pinot, kilos in the Chevy
Tell them rappers thats up in the clouds
I got the scope on them now
They barely holdin it down
Ill snatch ya soul for the crown
Put it back inside you wake you up now tell them boys i ain't fuckin around
When my cousin got raided i kept grindin
The scale died the work i Left Eyed it
I had the spot on fire i couldn't leave boy the money was Andre risin
My chackra Glowin the chopper Blow like blocka blocka
You wake up with Biggie and Pac in the Morning
They can't afford my soul
I need money so high they gotta count it with a drone
I turn your favorite rapper to Casper
Take his blood and make a masterpiece after
How you master the pieces
When you don't own a piece of your master lil' nigga
You gotta pardon me fam
But you was talking like you had a whole pelican
Middleman dont pull up on me wit two o's in the v them is Aubrey Grahms
And tell Riggs at Atlantic not to panic but my price whent up im doin damage
Only pennies I ever needed was Janet
Feds at the door, more hard knocks than Annie
Cook$!
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