Cypher HS87 (Ft. Audio Push, BMac the Queen, Casey Veggies, Hit-Boy, Kent M$ney, Method Man, Raekwon, Redman, Rick Ross, ScHoolboy Q & Xzibit)
[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
And I say one for the money, three for the show (Roll up)
Because we know that all the bad bitches smoke (Vibe with me!)
You competition is past fictional
Gettin stopped like a bad pick and roll, magnifico
These niggas is getting old, my team too strong
Kevin knows, take you out your zone, I'm the new don
And the only polo I know is Ralph Lauren
Put me on the court with the opposition, I'll outscore 'em (Easy)
[Verse 2: Kent M$ney]
Try not to use cash so my checks serve a purpose
Every time I sign for a blessing, I use my cursive
Got scruffs on my Timbs for a dollar so it was worth it
Cocaine white suits, see an angel before we murk him
Hard for the work, niggas' eyes love to lurk
I got a bitch named cal, she 'bout 40 and love to twerk
Nothing changed, range aiming at your frame, nigga
Ain't a clause when dear to reign get you slain nigga
[Verse 3: Pricetag]
Uh, Prices turnover the code like da Vinci, no nigga tempt me
Generational curse of chugging whiskey 'til it was empty
Drive-bys out that four-door Honda, dreams of a Bentley
Pockets full of dead white men, I pray the master don't lynch me
Step your game up, you wifed her, she been a rat
I text her at the crack of dawn, tap-tap it and send her back
My granny, momma, sister, cousin bedroom was up in that trap
"Is them drugs up on my counter?" "No momma, that's Similac"
And I say one for the money, three for the show (Roll up)
Because we know that all the bad bitches smoke (Vibe with me!)
You competition is past fictional
Gettin stopped like a bad pick and roll, magnifico
These niggas is getting old, my team too strong
Kevin knows, take you out your zone, I'm the new don
And the only polo I know is Ralph Lauren
Put me on the court with the opposition, I'll outscore 'em (Easy)
[Verse 2: Kent M$ney]
Try not to use cash so my checks serve a purpose
Every time I sign for a blessing, I use my cursive
Got scruffs on my Timbs for a dollar so it was worth it
Cocaine white suits, see an angel before we murk him
Hard for the work, niggas' eyes love to lurk
I got a bitch named cal, she 'bout 40 and love to twerk
Nothing changed, range aiming at your frame, nigga
Ain't a clause when dear to reign get you slain nigga
[Verse 3: Pricetag]
Uh, Prices turnover the code like da Vinci, no nigga tempt me
Generational curse of chugging whiskey 'til it was empty
Drive-bys out that four-door Honda, dreams of a Bentley
Pockets full of dead white men, I pray the master don't lynch me
Step your game up, you wifed her, she been a rat
I text her at the crack of dawn, tap-tap it and send her back
My granny, momma, sister, cousin bedroom was up in that trap
"Is them drugs up on my counter?" "No momma, that's Similac"
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