Sire - THE BET COLLEGE CYPHER 2010 lyrics

[TAVI J] Gutter, that's the way of life in the struggle Product of not being f**en raised my mother f**ed up because it's like she ain't ever love us All because she ain't never hug us And society f**s us black youth like me You know .... and them fresh Nikes And it's likely that this world might be I'll just see that we sleep in the same hood nightly No moving up for us It's drug bust after drug bust Wrong kid, Wrong time He's criminal, look at his cuffs Maybe just f**ing maybe We're the only reason that we're movin' where them graves be It could be us as a people keeping us beneath from seeing The dealers got it all that's why kids want to be us It's a hussle struggle from the ground up Without education ain't no tellin where I coulda wound up [SIRE] Not racist, fly like spaceships Rap n***a's a food I feast after graces Bleep out the basics, Reeboks and asics Graduated from 'f**ed up', I get wasted Real life placement, placed in a matrix Based on the life that I live In the day spit, acapella freestyle all hotter than your song sh** Rap like spam bot as long as the bomb lit They're never problem, there's nothin wrong with Me k**in any n***a I get on the song with Pardon me for being blunt, I'm just being direct I don't really deal with beef cos my mind's stripped But if you n***as feeling froggy, get dissect I show a n***a how to stroke with my bicep You really want it in the field but I go hard And this sh** ain't nothin, I'm gone [SIRE] The goons clock in, I'm a giant gobblin Stack cash never spent Kid, at recess, sum of money Self punishment still learnin no dummy I'm pa**ed hot and n***a I'm still burnin I'm cool, countin down like I'm Chris Vermin The best teacher couldn't learn him Hey honey, uh, Relaxin with my feet up Swiping my visa is all that I dream of Wanna be big like C.W, Christopher Wallace' pockets They knock ya when they knocked ya Here's to everybody who knows my name here Here's another tears to everybody that came here Developed game here To my n***as that came chill To the n***as that can queer, n***a Actin like I put an F where the H goes for hear n***a Excuse me right there [SYAS] Take notice the present and the future's upon ya And whack raps not in my genre It's mo like smack rap Sick with the battlelines I got punch lines that'll leave the microphone with a black eye All my bars are napalm JKwon-Tipsy How I leave competition falling b**h I'm ballin, no Spalding Handle beef quick like the boy cooked it up on the foreman See, my currency is enormous, Bumpty Touch and leave your head with a nice slick gumby They say I've got your girl running back quick, junky Always yellin "She miss a pimp!", Bun B But back to the spin, get money is the mission Stay on top of the game like missionary position Talk oldschool to you lames like jabrony Pressure made me a diamond, you cubic zirconia