YG - XXL Freshman Cypher 1/3 lyrics

[Verse 1: YG] It's YG, 400 The flow cold got these hoes' nose runnin' The rap game a bakery, I'm getting dough from it And I shop with it, I got something to show from it I got this white girl, she's like my snow bunny These n***as choke in they raps, so funny! It's Mr. Young Gangsta, these n***as so wa*ksta Like don't sleep on em', these n***as better wake up Candle lit money, n***a get ya cake up Bullets like Makeup, they switch your face up I'm like an airplane, girl you know what's up n***as we blowing money quick like we blowing blunts Red chucks like my b**h's lipstick I'm taking b**hes down, like the hit stick Push in an n***a, motherf**er go hard These n***as baller blocking, I call em' bo gaurds [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Whatever it is, they're getting it straight I'm too obsessed, too dedicated, never escape I ain't scared, I'm a go in, looking like I'm glowing Running on beats, you show me your feet If you ever be down to flowing And now, I got a notion, I'm a put this into motion Speeding through the present Trying to get there and coach, man Hopes the dope man will be there soon For now the music up loud and the beat on smooth I'm just rhyming, spitting so efficient Keeping the tradition, while seeking to be different Just dropped "KIDS", but I'm a man of many words You had to do it big, but couldn't never stop the work Now you heard my words so your bubbles gonna burst Yeah we're on third but say what's up to the homies on first If I can, I'm a kick it, rip it just cause I love it Now they see me, ask me if I can spit it right out in public Hey, yo, rappers got time that they're wasting, hating When they could focus on their own grind, skating They mad I got fans and they mad I got love Cause me and music fit like a glove, so snug All you angry mother f**ers can go on and form a club Cause when you come around me, it ain't nothing but love I got girls giving hugs, people dapping me up And you in the corner, like, "oh man, mac s**s! " Been a long grind and a little bit of luck Feeling blessed everyday for the way I'm coming up I can promise you this: I ain't even close to done Just pray to god that I'm safe when the soldiers come They hear me, they forgetting if I'm old or young Got this music on lock, but I open up All the time, cause my bars and my rhymes be my lifestyle Blowing white clouds, You getting high right now [Verse 3: Diggy Simmons] Live from the Apple slicing the American pie With dope lyrics watch me get America high By your appearance I can get a glimpse of your vibe They say you are what you wear, I am Yves Saint Laurent Maison Martin Margiella Catch me at the Montreyon fella I'm getting money thats why you all jealous This ain't a rap song, this is a rap some Immaculate so I'mma be the first to cast on In kindergarten I was filling out my tax form While my other cla** mates was learning Jimmy Crack Corn? How can I go broad, riding shot gun with Lupe through Chicago hood Hat tilted to the side like a GD Bumping a Pac CD Picture me rollin' holla when you see me This easy, sorta like my ABC's It'll take em' to the pillar n***a 1,2,3 Know my name when I spell, it's D-I two G's Rather die before I'm telling see I'm too G Diggy! [Verse 4: Lil Twist] Beatin' up the beat like it's a high school drumline I got the teachers like "What has he become now?" A young genius, homie I'm like and Einstein I'm balling now, we go to Belize and i'll shine No deportion, split the dough in Proportions Grown man money these kids partial abortion Go to the mall, they playing round and they horseing They beef while twizzy be dropping stacks in nordstrom Porky Pig Pull, but that ain't all folks I ain't kidding with y'all folks Sound like a kid but I ain't kidding at all though So don't mistake me And one more thing: It's Young Mula baby