Punch (TDE) - BET Cypher 2013 lyrics

[Produced by Havoc] [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] 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 Your wig'll get told, put the realest n***as n***as, product of cap pillers, g**ners, and dealers Streets keep watching, aye, click boom the ghetto bird get shot down Straight to the top now, they want a third strike on my background But nah homie, put the mask on when I slide on 'em Put the cash in the safe and here's a extra slug 'fore I shake You smoke faster than me with a eighth Or better yet a wet break on a plate Burning your faith, all your senses covered in tape f**in' with them boys in blue, chill out before I send them 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 do Q, f** it, a ménage à two, or maybe trois Baby girl need a papa, I be her dada Coochie smacking, give praise to Allah Get blazed in my car, with Oxymoron, Rock [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 we ain't talking to you, mind your business then Cold with it, Black Hippy, 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 holding tools 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 your feelings, now can I live? 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 hearse I ain't new to this, I'm true to this Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Nike Airs Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's most wanted My charges? 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 a sticky All odds against me, still even the score Probably 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 And these days are so bittersweet 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 two 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] I think I found my second home Sunny California and it's your little n***a brother You ain't meant for corners, it's what they told me So I never looked back, I got a shell in the bag Fat as elephant a**, so we flirt in the path Pa**ing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listen See we diamond just shining and they gon' find us glistening Brought sand to the beach and we left with your b**h For the record in Guinness I'm a hecklin' menace Where is Robin, I'm Given', f**in' minding my business He a regular victim, of some regular in women Regular n***as, you always cater to s*uts You always wasting my time, you always faking the funk I put your motherf**in' dream in your face You keep lookin' for some women to be all in your 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 underlooked You ain't overbooked, you just undercooked It's supposed to be me and my n***as in the record book Now they got me out here by myself still fresh as f** [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar] I hate y'all, I'd do anything to replace y'all, shout out to Face Mob A ghetto boy 'til I'm unemployed with a day job And kicking boxes, I kick a** and then kick knowledge I'm way more polished than 99% of the scholars you thought had graduated I'm the master that masturbated on your favorite emcee Until the industry had wanted me a**a**inated You either corny or an opportunist I let you eat, now go back to church and steal crackers at communion What I been doing? I'm about to crack the Da Vinci Code Yeah, and nothing's been the same since they dropped Control And tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes Ha-ha, joke's on you, high-five I'm bulletproof, your shots'll never penetrate Pin a tail on a donkey, boy, you been a fake I got my thumb on Hip Hop, and my foot in the back of your a** Aftermath get the last laugh I serve n***as like master Geoffrey Jump on the curb, turn a shotty to a verb if you let me You know I'm a k**er, I'm on your head, you know I'm a k**er The West Coast Cosa Nostra under oath 'til it's over You over owe us, so what the f**? I f** you n***as up, I f** you n***as up, she s** and f** I f**in' duck you f**in' n***as like when I want You go at us, you going f**in' nuts Acting irrational, pop you then pop an Adderall Know the drill like a lateral, n***a I'm more Pappy Mason than Pastor Mason Pacing back and forth, racing my thoughts on embracing Daytons I spilled blood on my apron cooking this sh** up I feel like some of y'all is hating Quite frankly your b**h booty should thank me for grabbing it Turn these hoodrats to actresses, what a magic trick? Accidents never happen when murder's involved Emaculate tactics so follow me, if you need me just call on me I say "Hold up, wait a minute Your career ain't sh** unless you got some Kendrick in it!" Your p**y ain't sh**, ain't no room is left on my dick Unless you look like Jordin Sparks, make my mark on the cli*oris, muah Hollywood's been good to me, lil' hood n***a used to pawn mom's j**elry Family j**els big as f** and I got the balls to say it Balls deep, ballin' out 'til Spalding need a replacement I'm outchea, the West in your mouth, chea Invest in the vests of Vietnam vets when you out near The white court building spilling its Merlot Fillin' women, a Virgo, pimp the industry Remember these Stacy Adams and furcoats Shook, you're scared to d**h, you're scared to look In the mirror when Kendrick is near you King, Kendrick