41, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter & TaTa - Cypher Freestyle Pt 2
[Intro: Tata]
Huh
We're back again
Grrah, look
[Verse: Tata]
Right now I'm high up in the air, all my thoughts rottin' my brain
My anxiety through the roof, I swear I hate the fuckin' plane
And I just hate it when it rain, where was you when it was rainin' on me?
I was in pain, all these niggas just kept—
Money attract the girls you want, struggle will attract the girls you need
I don't brag about this shit, but it's so much people I—
But where they at when I'm in need? Nowhere to be found, I'm by myself
I been barely fuckin' eatin', I eat Percs, I need some help
Fuck bein' rich, bitch, I need wealth, drugs not good for my health
Every timе me and her fuck, I think how she fuckеd someone else
I think about it and I cry, I think about it, I get high
I think about it, how she lied, bitch, you said he was just a friend
Huh, I walk up in the club, I'm throwin' ten
Huh, I'm with my brothers, nigga, fuck a friend
Every time when I get mad, I mask up and then I bend
Like, bitch, I'm throwin' up the dub, all these niggas follow trends
And I swear I got no friends, I did it by my lonely
Yeah, I do shit for niggas, but they don't owe me
I let it rip for niggas, that was the old me
Like, fuck this label shit, they tryna own me
And they know I'm one of a kind, swear these niggas cannot clone me
That's a fact, nigga, I don't talk, so I just rap, nigga
41, like, I put this shit on my back, nigga
And that's no cap, nigga, like, I be smacked, nigga
[Outro: Tata]
Huh, grrah, look
[Intro: Kyle Richh & ]
Grah
(Zoe'd up)
Grah
[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Only the real can relate, at the top, we don't care 'bout your view
Fuck them bitches, I'm all about you, why do you treat me the way that you do?
If I went back to the bottom, is you really ridin' it through?
Like, why is you hidin' the truth? Flexin' the shit I was buyin' for you
Everyone wanna feel some love, can't see my bro, he got limited visits
Know he good every crib that he been in, like, on the phone with unlimited minutes
And if the energy off, I'ma—
She get the trust, man we met at the function
Eighty degrees, we could go to the beach, roll up a spliff while we watchin' the sunset (Damn)
Like, let's have a talk, open up, let me get in your mental
I don't want you to see me for my money, like, I want the love to be real
Tryna see if she solid for real, mutual feelings, you feel what I feel
Grah, like, if I crash, is you grabbin' the wheel?
Keep it a buck, bitch, what is you doin' for me?
Got myself, it ain't nothin' I need, like, if I lose it, is you gonna leave?
Damn, I'm damaged, don't judge, heart broke, we could fix it with trust
Like-like, damn, I miss you too, but she pretty, I can't get enough
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter & ]
Fuck this love, I can't tell if it's true ()
Double back, she gon' times it by two
In the stu' with my tool I'ma talk in the—
And that bitch not a lover from my point of view, grrah
Where the fuck is you at? When I'm callin' her phone, she not callin' me back
See, this bitch on my body, she got me attached, fuck these feelings I got in my—
We could go tick for tack, I would still never lack
On her body, she on timin', but I could tell it's a—
If she just want me for the bucks, then that dumb bitch is outta—
I keep my feelings in the cut, now that shit twinnin' with my gu
Grrah, mix Sprite with Tris ()
Come here, one more kiss (), only feel safe with my hand on your hip
If they talkin', I don't give a shit, like, said I don't give a fuck
If they—, look—, like, I don't know if it's love or it's lust
[Intro: Kyle Richh]
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Grah
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Grah, grah
[Verse: Kyle Richh]
Inside, I be hurt, put the pain in the vocal
I got money, still try to be noble
Make some mistakes that I ain't had to go through
Like, I'm not in a can
Still alive, I thank God, the almighty
Said, "Be careful with each of your mans"
Read red signs, I ain't takin' them lightly, like, damn
I got money by bein' myself, why everybody keep takin' my flow?
Like, if I die, they gon' call me a G.O.A.T
Don't wanna die, so I walk with a ghost
Can't be happy, my niggas in pain
'Cause I still be feelin' the same
Real nigga, not lookin' for credit
And if it's beef then I don't wanna dead it
Thootie, thootie, dead on the couch
Ha, I'm tryna—, what the wetty about?
I don't put trust, don't put faith in these bitches, they just want the life that I'm livin'
Pray to God everyday, I be sinnin'
Like, beggin' the Lord for forgiveness
[Intro: Dee Play4Keeps & ]
Jenn, Jenn, Jenn ()
Jenn-Jenn
Jenn-Jenn-Jenn ()
[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
It's a lot of these bitches who diss way, way more than me ()
And they still wasn't shakin' with niggas
They on my dick 'cause I'm different, I like that
You could tell I be breakin' up bitches
I do this shit 'cause the love for my—
You could tell I'm the realest, that's word to my mother
Like niggas drid 'cause we road to the riches
I won't sell my soul, I can't give up my—
Like, and stop jackin' I ran on the bros
Got it on every trip, if you know, then you know
Niggas done ran on they dead
But they stay on my dick 'cause I got all my bros
[Bridge: Dee Play4Keeps & ]
Jenn, Jenn, Jenn
Jenn-Jenn
Jenn-Jenn
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter & ]
And this nigga keep moanin' my name up on live
Huh, I think that he DL
Like, wasn't you just gettin' shiggy to "Deuce"?
Like, I remember the details
Niggas ain't puttin' no pain and it shows
I can't use none of my brothers to spice up my—
Like, together we aim for the top
I won't ever be happy 'til gang is on froze
And they mad 'cause we really got talent
I been lit since I mentioned Thee Stallion
Can't compete, it won't ever be balanced
These niggas rap like they mentally— Uh
This not a race, it's a different commute
When I walk in the—, all I hear is the "Deuce," like ()
Jenn, Jenn? Oh, I get it
Doots on my dick, now you wanna include
Sip-sip Wock', no, I cannot improve
I'm done beefin' with kids that ain't graduate school
Suck dick, I don't mean to be rude
Grrah, I'm really tougher than—
Said the love that I got from my brothers is—
And the bitches start shakin' they hips to this rhythm
Too-too tact', I cannot slip
Like, and they mention my name 'cause I'm lit
It's a couple of niggas, they bitch on my—
I don't pay 'em no mind, I be off of the Tris
[Intro: Tata]
Huh, huh, bitch
Huh, huh, huh
Every opp shot, everything dead, huh
Four-one shots to the head
Huh, look, grrah
[Verse 1: Tata]
Star B with the G, don't miss
Like, everyone suck my dick
Like, Preme, dump that shit
No, I won't send the addy, can't trust that bitch
Like, I throw up the four and the dub, that's a fact
Bitch fire, her pussy is wack
Why she keep dissin'? That bitch is a bum?
Like, I make Jenny hit her with the strap
Bitch, and I keep the Glockete
Like, she tryna swing the pussete
And I'm all in her—, huh
Like, when I back out this knocker, he better runnete
Bitch, and I keep the Glockete
Like, she tryna swing the pussete
And I'm all in the—, uh
Like, when I back out this knocker, he better runnete
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Grrah, SV, know that he too clutch
Move back, I got my Ruger
That bitch a dummy, go hop in the Uber
Stupid bitches be fuckin' my mood up
Like, I told Tata he can't leave a trace
'Cause bullets be sprayin' like mace
Hollows gon' hit 'em and make 'em erase
Like, and the beam on his face like a lace
Grrah, and I keep a Berrete
I got all the dootetes
Walk in the party, I'm startin' a frenzy
I got a baddie, this bitch a brunette
I cannot misplace it
D's on my body, we go on a race
It's a G in the V, we don't stop for the jakes, bitch, grrah
We don't stop for the jakes, bitch
[Outro: Tata, , ]
Every opp shot
(Four-one shots to the head, bitch)
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Grrah
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