Kendrick Lamar - BET Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Uh, Most of these n***as shouldn't be next to us We keep our distance from those, those acting like hoes Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is gold Ya wig'll get told, put the realest n***as n***as, product of cap pillers, g**ners and dealers Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot down Straight to the top now, they want a third strike on my [background](undefined) But nah homie, put the mask on when I [slide](undefined) on 'em Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a extra slug 'for I shake Ya smoke faster than me with a eighth Or better yet a [wet](undefined) break on a plate Burning ya faith, all senses covered in tape f**in' with them boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you You running to the cops saying: How we do? Saying it's just rap and them lines ain't true So I just threw Q, f** it, menage a two or maybe trois Baby girl need a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da Coochie smacking, give praise to Allah Get blazed in my car, Oxymoron [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Rock got it, rock came from rock bottom Sparked the flames, still remain as a top shotta I ain't no backpack rapper, I ain't no lyricist And if he ain't talking to you mind ya business then Cold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold n***as All the girlies love us, get a whiff of us They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us Holding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter It's Top Dawg we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline Reason why we don't run with cats, nine double O five nine - Where my family at Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the handyman And to be real not with all this rapping politickin' Rapper competition, wrapped up my position 'Til I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple tickets Then I'm outtie on them islands with my crimmies chillin' Hide ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)? Look I gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt 'Cause everywhere I go they like when you dropping some work? Been a threat since birth The rap game's pallbearer when I'm droppin' the Hearst I ain't new to this, I'm true to this Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air's Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's most wanted My chargers? k**ing MC's without warning Rock! [Verse 3: Ab Soul] It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny Biggie In New York City with Puffy, puffing the sticky All eyes against me, still even the score Prolly why I'm always OT on tour TDE, believe me we want war I don't even know what piece I like most no more Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the difference? We all gon' die one day until then I'm gettin' paid My grandma watching so I ain't gon' curse Still gifted like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah And these days are so [bitter sweet](undefined) I guess it's just a balance we battle naturally And y'all still trippin' off of Jay-Z tweets I still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meet Peep Soul brother number 2 The first one used to make beats for CL Smooth Top got the s550 but the CL smooth And rolling weed is the only time I see L's move Soul! [Verse 4: Isaiah Rashad] Ay, I think I found my second home Sunny California and it's ya little n***a brother You ain't meant for corners, it's what they told me So I never looked back, I got a s*ut in the [back](undefined) [Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) a**, so we flirt in the path Pa**ing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listen See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they gon' find us glistening Brought sand to the beach and we left with ya b**hh For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin' menace Where is Robin, I'm Given' f**in' minding my business He a regular victim, us regular in women Uh, regular n***as, you always cater to s*uts You always wasting my time, you always faking the funk I'm put ya muthaf**in' dream in ya face You keep lookin' for some women to be all in ya face That deep dussy reach n***as, keep dussy That Tennessee dussy make a n***a be dussy You can never rap better than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated You ain't underrated, you ain't under looked You ain't overbooked, you just under cooked It's supposed to be me and my n***as in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined) Now they got by myself still fresh as f**