Iggy Azalea - XXL Freshman Cypher 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Act like you ain't heard Know I stay mad fly like Angry Birds Kid Ink I'm a beast, dog, heard me? Pockets on Kirby, tell em that it's curtains Draped up, fronting for my lateness, spit that Raw no latex, all you n***as safe s** West side alumni, Batgang is what I rep Shake em' up and watch em' dissappear like an Etch A Sketch Yeah I'm the truth, you the one that she lied to Probably got your girl taking orders like a drive-thru Stay so hot, ain't nobody in my eye view Blunt too fat, need a motherf**ing lipo Yeah only J's are the ones on my feet Concrete n***a, I came from the streets "Mother may I?" "Yes Indeed." Got my weight up you see the freshman fifteen [Verse 2: Macklemore] I'm from the city of Seattle, never been on that hat troop Never played the guitar, never gotten tattoo Unless you were a band or a singer in a flannel Then the street wasn't listening like the city was sound proof This is for my outcasts, who live without ma** Thrift shop hustles who make it without cash That can take a fat woman's fur jacket out the trash Can and make it look like something Gucci Mane has My momma said to keep on shining Stare the crowd in the face never let em' close their eyelids It's just that moment you show them you're alive man Give em' who you are, why the hell are you hidin'? So toughen up, sink or swim or knuckle up I never play to be a runner up under they team Nah, It's a hustle cuz when labels wanna f** with us We've build fan bases and turned fans to family And for the world staring at that screen We directing videos with our hearts on our... nah f** it a sleeveless stitch that caters into seam strips But a re-up and eat that beat I need that ba** like a fiend Cause, needle in my arm, plug it to the speakers Heroin don, kick the habit, change dealers Addict would probably buy Louis Vuitton if it was cheaper But I realize that you can't fill a void with a visa I got a chain with a space for Jesus I haven't been to church and years, "Have you seen him?" Remember the ideas, record beneath the heavens Cause if I don't write my story, then somebody else will tell it [Verse 3: Don Trip] My baby mama told the judge I was a millionaire I wish somebody told me, I'm still dealing squares Victory yeah the feelings rare But the trigger on a blicker thinner than a hair And yo girlfriend wetter than a wishing well But I'll box with a bear before I hit her bare Me in my kids in the mall trying' to Build-a-Bear And I can't find a Lamborghini Power Wheel anywhere Hi ho lets lay, never-mind my name, just know I'm paid And I gets head home girl I'm a fade So fresh to d**h, I should bathe in a grave So I never spent a day in the cage I got old school shooters like Ray with the Trey f** a freestyle I get paid for what I say Read my life story, getting paid is on every page [Verse 4: Iggy Azalea] You know I'm Iggy, who you kidding? Go and tell your friends I'm the chief and ya'll just the Indians Iggy is a big dog, chilling in the left lane But ain't got no leads, you chickens you ain't free range You b**hes can't see me, I aim high honey Throw stones at your face, never bother with your body Cut straight to the chase, new age vigilante You ain't taking sh** from me, show my tick, if you want it Baby what you looking at, is a villain so hungry What you smelling on me is getting to the money Going green, flexing on em, feeling like Gumby Everybody on my dick they wanna ride my pony On my own dime, don't need no one to sponsor me Small b**hes know, that you never eat lunch that's free Ga**ed up off it, don't know the cost of it It's got my name on is, I comped it