Save Money No Writtens (SXSW Cypher) lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Know what I'm sayin, we in this b*tch
We not going to rap on the mic no more
But to all n*ggas trying to enter the cypher man
Spitting something that they wrote down with the pen
Pre-meditated, you need need to hesitate it
Before you even -- resuscitate it
Because we don't f*ck with that sh*t
You get stuck with that sh*t
It's GLC I'm gonna put the mic down
And we gon get to rappin

[Verse 2: Joey Purp]
Put the mic down, we put the mic down
My n*gga right there
He said he put the mic down
I say I'm a king
Never put the crown down
Chilling at the temple crown, need to bow down

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]
Remember we used to steal sh*t from downtown
Remember when them b*tches had posters of Bow Wow
I bet they got me in their room now, sh*t crazy --

[Verse 4: Tokyo Shawn]
I'm down to get messy
Tell them hoes they ain't ready
Cut em up to confetti
Feelin like I am Messi
Catch me off in a jet ski, cause I'm so wavy
Tell your b*tch she should date me
[Verse 5: Kami de Chukwu]
No, no, no
Catch me off in a jet ski
Or catch me on the left wing like Lavezzi
Kick a ball like Messi
Kick your ass like --
A n*gga talking too nice
Came back, had to hit the seven with a two dice
Yup, chicken for my n*gga
Dinner plates to keep it realler
If a n*gga keep it --

[Verse 6: CJ]
Yo yo, and you know a n*gga love his pollo
Bout to tell your b*tch to jump, jump
Like a f*ckin pogo
Oh no, everybody gonna want a piece now
And you know we gotta kick a freestyle
But f*ck it tho
Holla no more for no bar
And you know I'm sharing this sh*t like blow ?

[Verse 7: Vic Mensa]
My n*gga sayin some sh*t on Twitter
That had made me laugh
He said you n*ggas hate pork
But you been eatin that ass
I swear that sh*t it be wild
But n*ggas know I'm a nasty n*gga
So that is my style
They ain't really worried about it
They ain't worried about me
[Verse 8: Tokyo Shawn]
They ain't even asked
They been eatin the ass
And I been havin to sh*t
You ain't need to ask
And if you wanted it quick
Then I needed a pass

[Verse 9: Kami de Chukwu]
I got the iron fists like Brutus
I'll betray you like Judas
This the Chance the Rapper raps (igh)
If a n*gga knew this
I got your b*tch feelin like she a nudist
Nah, that b*tch a Buddist
That big booty got me f*cked up
Yup I gon lucked up --

[Verse 10: Vic Mensa]
Alright real n*gga sh*t, real n*gga sh*t
Real n*ggs sh*t
On a track the way I move is like dancin
Have you ever woke up and heard a b*tch chanting
I f*cked a b*tch who was a Buddhist
But last night she wasn't something religious
More like a nudist
Me, I stabbed her in the back just like Judas
I swear I got the white b*tches Clueless
sh*t easy, believe me
The way that a n*gga get greasy
On some grimey sh*t
I'm like ? you on the 90's chicks
[Verse 11: Kami de Chukwu]
Mental? fist, pacifist
Resurrect like Lazarus
Jesus Christ from Nazareth
Yup, it's Chukwu
Kill you, in your stomach
Cut you open like Seppuku
Yup, that's the Saw we judge
And it's off of the top
More often than not we battling cops we hated
Y'all n*ggas get smoked like Darth Vader

[Verse 12: Joey Purp]
Yup, battling cops
Black hoes we date em
White hoes me might smash twice
n*ggas know they talking bout frees
Wouldn't pass rice, in a food fight
Little n*gga do right
Save Money crew tight
Pro Era who nice?
We be...