Oun-P - RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher lyrics

[Vere 1: Vado] Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no more That five white pure cause I'm so raw Drip rocks till I couldn't climb no more Became a hot boy like the 504 Master of the p and the pies go forth Damn near free, I need a least five, four more What you see you can't tell me Walked in like the first scene in Belly Like let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench coat Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I send those What happened? n***as been broke [?] send you a napkin with your kids toked Bluh, bluh, blood everywhere They jumped this caddy, came back with bloods everywhere Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept d** heavy there You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy here Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over them'' Trying to play fantasy football with Hov and them Pick another check, sh**, I took more than both of 'em School my little bro, I look forward to growthing 'em Yeah, now I just copped another watch I just drove up the lot pushing another drop My first stop 95th then hit the bu*terspot The feds got me on sh** that could get my mother hot [Verse 2: Lantana] Military matter, on a mission, baby, listen I put myself in position, man, it's a family tradition My pops blood in every vein I got So two things I can never do is change and stop They don't understand the pain or the brain I got They weren't there when them people came and changed them locks ever That's why [?] don't k** more [?] and these stupid n***as still slow You still slow for real though, what you hear for? Ain't trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his earlobe Can you hear me now, we rising I got game and I should've wore an [?] Live for my people and I'mma die for my people I'd go to jail for my people, hope I get mail from my people I'd raise hell for my people, shoot it out with the devil Then head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever This for my people, how soon Who don't want easy, that autotune Listen, I got you, I'mma keep it ratchet Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, just my people, people People, people, my life the Corleone Wow, probably let off the 40 Ride that while I'm with people They gon have to see you, it's evil [Verse 3: Oun P] Money is the motive, got my mind on it Come with triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on it See this block here, I grind on it 99% of n***as waste lines, over here got nines on it I switch grinds, I'm trying to get it every way Til I'm eating like it's Thanksgiving every day Stay with a serious face cause I don't ever play Bad karma back in the days cause I ain't ever pray I ain't with the trickery, don't t be trying to get at us Beat you til my hands turn roast and grabbing a cactus No lights in the crib, red light on the ratchet Eight balls on the block, but the 40's was only jackets Before there was 3 of us on the same mattress Now there's 3 of us f**ing the same actress Dogging everything, I'm f**ing the game backwards Put more green leaf in the air than St.Patrick's I'm still rapping, first of all I'm doing this so my moms ain't gotta work no more Music take away the pain, it don't hurt no more Was looking for wealth, but I ain't gotta search no more The loyalty, where the f** is that these days? Best friends is getting each other clapped these days These young n***as really don't know how to act these days It was better when I was younger in my athlete days Go outside, hoop a little, you know, flirt with the shorties Go outside now I see somebody squirting the 40 Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the story All you see is what a lot of n***as ain't showing So when the tour started a lot of n***as ain't going Now I don't listen to rap, a lot of n***as ain't flowing Been doing it for a while, now it's time to bring dough in Humble, I don't brag or boast in these streets But these white phones be looking like coke on my feet I ain't get it from distributing that coke on the streets Got mine from putting cooked coke on the beat ... [Verse 4: Ransom] n***as know I don't show gratitude Look at this rapper shoes, you can tell [?] Street prophecies told by the resurrection of Socrates Every sentence I'm blessing properly, manifesting philosophy Ghetto monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that property Deep as them fossils be under the Earth geography Got a lot to kin, no stopping me, whoever is on top of me Getting popped with three bullets, it's hollow, G I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect harmony Paper like a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of me The ghetto probably doing robberies cause of [?] [?] part of me like the major arteries starving me Till this day wonder where my father be Pardon me, this is hard to me, life is a lottery Played it to [?] like p**nography It ain't hard to see like photography Lyrical sodomy, [?] Got a license to k** like Sean Connery Street corner pharmacy harming these fake thugs wearing army fatigue