Chris Rivers - Chris Rivers - 2015 Doomsday Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: With Instrumental] For the pinnacle Dodging shots, they're not critical Rocks in the blocks, the cops'll lock minerals Stop, it's not literal Socks are not spiritual Feel the Earth for writing this verse, it's tots lyrical Bronze general, in general, part getting you b**hes love my caramel skin, it's not edible The non-credited, incredible On chemicals, hung genitals Don't stress if it's not revenue Uh, this our straight up out of war sh** Empty fridges, tired of bull, living in horse sh** Who you know is harder than Chris? n***as should forfeit Need a forklift, some of my fourth-fifth n***as need more clips Uh, just a good kid trying to live it Just to picture the riches, always with this but never vivid All the b**hes told me, fronting, mind my business So I'm minding my business, now my mind is my business Kicking these rhythms, tryna get my moms out of the slums Since out the kitchen, on a mission, written Living these premonitions, it's been hard n***a Show them b**hes know how to park n***a Set the bar, on God, barbarian bars n***a Daddy left the lane but never needed cars Ripped out the thousand audemars fitted so he could call quicker Maybe bring me a star n***a I know the pain made me a f**in' star n***a I hope you notice, never meant to leave without a notice Third eviction notice, left a n***a feeling hopeless Know I'm missing birthdays and neglecting y'all emotions Rivers' 'bout to turn the money folder to an ocean Momma think this hip hop sh** really gonna make me different They leery and think I'm gonna give into these b**hes Haters never see the swing come before the riches Why I'm showing up to Sway in 1990 Honda Civics Windows down, AC don't work I'm 'bout to move to flipping keys if A to Z don't work That will order f**ing lames that basically don't work Tryna living like mines then some pain won't hurt Tryna live it like mines then some pain won't hurt I live the f**in' type of life where even pain won't hurt Tryna live in mansions, you n***as don't understand, this is hard work Part of the Gods in God's plans [Transition] Drop that real quick Drop it real quick I got...drop the beat [Verse 2: Acapella] Going through the motions like oceans Boasting, I open, I'm holding the toaster's loaded And pointing it at opponents Posting our horses like Trojan horses Ready for war and touring seeing who*es In your room while your lady calling Nothing stay the same, face the pain Like alkeys hate champagne All up in the jungle, banana clips and orangutangs Say my name, not King Kong, but I'll take a plane Birds eye, boy meets world hoping to pang a change Kermit state of mind is lethal to cerebral evil to Knievel I need you but I'mma sleep with self-defenses all developed f**in' people deceive you then mislead you Hate that they wanna be you, it's clear that you n***as see-through It's the flow Trojan, off the ropes, Hulk Hogan My Hulk's smolding, stroke of my pen when I quote oceans I'm so deep, soul speak from poverty But n***as not knockers with Glocks popping for profits like a prophecy Mocking me, you ain't got the knowledge yet Mosh pit kinda stressed, got the blocks marching like it's Malcolm X Monster flex, monstrous, Loch Ness with a consciousness Lock arms and n***as drop bombs on some atomic sh** Reaping my foes, eating with the beast in the code Feeding your soul, chicken soup with dreams in the bowl Mean with the flow, defeat you like I'm eating your toes Try to talk behind my back but I'm a beast in the post And I ain't even got no reason to boast I could walk on water, giant, I ain't even got no reason for boats Born in hell, can't you tell? Ain't got no reason for coats Bunch of shells with scrambled eggs is how you season a toast All these garbage rappers leading the coast Ghostwriter for hire, I'm about to start redeeming some throats Pour so raw, uncooked, oh Lord, I got two right here if you're tryna lowball Big fish unhooked, I could leave the Earth scared and sun shook Cold verses I rehearse, wordsmith, leave you numb, look I'm just a nerd that's good with words with a shot I'm Larry Bird mixed with John Wilkes and some Bourbon, what a shot I know some birds that check the seeds for they worth, like what a thot I see some birds that's getting flipped for they words like what a pot That's that temptation, that's that ten M's in friend's basements But I'm chasing pennies with pens, performing at Penn Station As long as it ain't a nine to five, I'd rather hustle and struggle and be the boss when I arrive It's Rivers