BET Hip Hop Awards - 2014 Digital All-Star Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] Listen, I'm the rock town presidente, kid Uptown where they sippin' presidentes, it's The E, to the M-I Sit in the back of the redeye plane The way that I'm living you better Be getting my a** in the penthouse suite Ain't no leasing, no, I need to own I put a b**h on silent, just like a cheater's phone Hush! Nobody want to hear it We gonna run up in your crib with a bunch of kings and they fully bearded They half Hispanic and Half American, fully arrogant I was born to a virgin homie, I know my heritage Single mother, I don't know what a marriage is I ain't heard from God or my father, I think they both abandoned us The game is made up of a bunch of b**hes Cuz all I see is a hundred zeroes doing zero to a hundred mixes No unconditional love, homie, there's one condition I need a moment of silence after I'm f**ing finished Bang! [Verse 2: Dreezy] Let me go and k** it one time I been thumbing through the paper like the Sun Times I look inocent when I wear my bobs and weaves But the way I bob and weave You get flatlined by a punchline These n***as ain't the greatest like Scotty Pippen I feel like the truth and I mean more than the definition I got the heat that'll make LeBron come back They come to Dreez for the spins: I'm a laundromat You bring that beef like burgers, we'll body your five guys I'm a dog but I be living life like I got 9 lives Rappers want me on the track, but askin' if I got a verse to send Just in case they want to go and write their verse again It's evident my intelligence got them jealous They tell me I got potential, I feel like they need development I body rappers and leave them there with a skeleton Felon, but I ain't telling I'm ending veterans' relevance [Verse 3: Dillon Cooper] Yo, I'm bringing it back, because my flow's tight I break bars quicker than body parts You get cracked with a chrome pipe Same hustler's on my block since I was a youngin Used to call me Tony Hawk cause I was skatin' instead of thuggin' And that's word life My tongue switch words like white chicks with scoliosis Giving [?] in the back of the whip on the turnpike Dark Knight, fix you a knuckle sandwich that's on site Don't play yourself homey, man I'm the wrong type To mess with Blow your candles out, that's a d**h wish Introspection, De La Soul said I'm next, man [?] k**er monumental [?] Could be Nas' apprentice Oh see my knowledge complex like forensics You can't compare my style to no n***a My steez Versace, and y'all Forever 21 like gold diggers So knuckle up, if you think that you can hang And if not, then let me do my thing [Verse 4: Jace Two-9] I was off [?] Sunday morning with a thirty Crosses on my denim [?] got me feeling holy Hustled on me rolley So f** what the teachers told me Hood n***a out in Beverly Hills, Axel Foley Came down like rain how these girls see me they wet In H-town with a [?] now, pipe down cause I'm next This way or a that a way You madder than a hatter, say Boondock saint, cause I said later with the latter day I can make your girl [?] sing Donnie Hathaway She no answer when her phone ring, cause she banging me Like she Uncle Ben Ask my nines, any girl I'm with a f**ing ten I said I'm either going off or I'm going in I said I'm either doing dope or I'm counting ends Joey, Rachel, Chandler, Ross, we just f**ing friends Now she want to touch again After that I'm gonna pa** her back, like I'm Peyton Man [?] uber-maneuver how we gonna move Finally call Johnny and tell him it's time to move now Fiends hold the weed, them coppers we acting too wild Bust a rhyme, we the leaders of the new school now With this mic I will [?] just for me and mine Pockets flexed up no creatine Man, where I'm at? Boy I'm sipping shine Pour 4-4's, Mike Jones, man I'm sipping fine I'm a giver, flexing up, sipping wine Only hit Lennox up for jeans and a finish line Don't worry about me or my life of crime Girl is bad as Rita Ora for oral at dinner time [Verse 5: Conceited] Young tatted n***a, who fly as f** Whip got hoes in it like a fire truck Why would I not bring the cash out When the shoes cost a bando like a trap house Nothing but gold on a n***a I don't deal with sterling, I'm so like the Clippers I'm a spitter, rhyming with these bars I'm in a cla** by myself like a retard Spent cheese on hi-tops, I got guap The way I'm balling haters wish I had a shot clock I don't deal with short stacks, I ain't IHOP Money like Visine, see what I drop? My Glock is on me, though Here to pop a n***a like the Maury show And she like Comcast, cause she on demand Cause I'm balling like a b**h, Juwanna Mann [Verse 6: Andy Mineo] Mama said I was headed for prison, causing mischief Doing what I saw on television, I Wanted that KFC living, you know Riding around with a biscuit in a bucket with a couple chickens What would you do if I told you that [?] was true religion? You would probably ask me how they fit in It's cool if you searching for God, then y'all with it But the moment you said you found Him All the sudden you tripping I think God's giving all these rappers all this To make them think about the lyrics they recorded They like "Look back at it. Look back." It's cool until your baby girl's on the other side of that statement Uptown they be puffing on the marley Sipping on the latest like the car's so tardy And corporations want money off of hip hop That's why you get a Kendrick doll with your Barbie That's that [?] my team winning One sixteen we so storming they don't know us cause, uh We been in the cut, that's neosporin, get familiar We doper than a kilo of that foreign And I'm feeling like I'm Jordan from that free throw Dunking on this beat, though Flowing on December go get your pico Go ahead keep the ego stuff to yourself Paint the big picture then rap the easel