Pope D'or - GBTS Cypher lyrics

(Prod.By Pope D'or) [Verse 1: CUPIDO] It's the condom wetting, condescending, confident that I'm gon get it Chronic breath with other anesthetics who likes to watch 'em lesbians I walk inside your mama's kitchen, find a pot to piss in Get to pissing, call me motherf**er, if your mom is milfing When it comes to s** man, she so masochistic Feeling like a Christian, Grey to be specific She hates it when my lyrics paint a picture Cause she knows he listens and that dudes suspicious So I keep it vivid, f** that n***a How else he gon get the message? Rather be dead than not be Geppetto, strong since the get go I be like bam bam and y'all n***as Pebbles Y'all in the meadows, me out here in the city finding hoes to KO, Trying to be monumental Shout-out to Dougie, shout-out to Justin, shout-out to Rusian Shout-out to Deelo, shout-out to Lucid, shout-out to Nini Those the shout-outs from the weed-leaf, that sh** is rowdy Now we blowing like we Saudi Nuclear, fresh as new gear, cool as new chains Brain good like grandmoms food on Sunday Crossing all the lines like I'm Jorge, that's just rude Royalisle repping for SADC, man we all good [Bridge: Sir Matthew & CUPIDO] These n***as funny, we ain't laughing Bunch of fake a**, implant n***as These n***as funny, we ain't laughing Bunch of fake a**, implant n***as These n***as funny, we ain't laughing Bunch of fake a**, implant n***as Fake a**, implant n***as Fake a**, implant n***as These n***as funny, we ain't laughing Bunch of fake a**, implant n***as These n***as funny, we ain't laughing Bunch of fake a**, implant n***as Fake a** [Verse 2: Sir Matthew] Cigarello above my left earlobe Mind full of gold, headphones blasting instrumentals Monumental flows, girls sending X & O's Focused on the end goal You saving hoes like D'jango Me I'm like geologists, tryna get mines And you n***as just like grey skies, watering the grapevine Emancipated from them roots, free as a mason I brewed the flow locally now it's time we take it all around Windhoek to St. Petersburg, St. Petersburg to Cape Town Cape Town to the planet and the galaxies beyond, let it be known That I do this for the veterans that lost their lives in the trenches So we could live life tremendous spending every cent in Water, barley and hops fermented Toast to the non-pretenders, that's tryna make it happen And shout out to the Shyne, y'all know that y'all my brethren And shout out to the Isle, we'll make it in a second, n***a Finna pop off like fireworks, desire, lust Ambition to get to the top, you rappers stay on high alert Moving like a motorcade, everybody get out the way Isle on the come up you would think it was Ascension Day Straight to the summit of greatness, getting hella medicated Motivated by the payment and pay me in respect then the cash We stay grinding like lesbian s** It's only right that we coming next [Verse 3: FlexXFillemon] And it took me time to get to this point So I'ma take my time with this joint I'm still livin la vida loca While trippin I'm never sober My couch full of marijuana But back to the point I'm still harder than papa waiting on mama, you know And f** the drama you wannabes 'Johnny Chase'-ing these hoes FlexXFillemon, higher than all of you lower/under echelons Here to bring it home cause really the Royal run it And I'm waitin on it The day that all these lames just knock the patience out me Ain't saying names, ey I'm just gonna be frank about it Some n***as say they ill, just never bring your sickness round me My n***a please Goons don't bow, we strapped so take it easy And that sh** sounds solid so I'ma keep it there Keep calm cause I can peep the fear The imminent end is near Y'all just synonyms for p**y, mentalities of a rookie I'm gone [Verse 4: Hansolo] Got that heat, no Miami Solo need a Grammy And some grams of the o.g OG's with me I'm a Jedi, my name should've been Anakin Last on the cypher got these motherf**ers panicking Pictured half the sh** that's really happening Dodging bullets, sending shots Reload then co*k Turn a rapper to a fan Been a simple man Living on the edge, love adrenaline Infinite ladder to the top, no settling James coming through with that herb Bust up in her mouth and then I kick her to the kerb Leaning like I'm Terror Squad, n***a we the hit squad Shout out to my city and my team, we the chosen ones Solo need a bad ting to play with my dinga ling Batmobile and I'm f**ing in the back seat No freestyle pen game like I'm Aubrey Used to kinda rap, now I'm kinda making history Thinking bout my life since I'm headed to the cemetery Royalisle the mob, cuff yo b**h like the popo My n******gs stay ahead, sh** I feel like saying Ocho Man I been that n***a, been that n***a, young Django [Skit: Kay Faith] "Its taken me time to get to this point So I'ma take my time on this joint" haha Yo Royalisle, so thus far we got a pretty bad a** album guys, I wanna give shouts out to you guys. Shouts out to the producers on the tape. Shouts out to everyone who was involved. And I f**s with you guys because you came and got it mastered by one of the best. I wish you guys the best with however far this album is going to get. I hope it goes to the stars and back. And ya, hopefully this is not the last time we work together. Much peace and love from my side Peace out, Kay Faith