Cypher Freestyle Pt 2 lyrics

[Part I: Nobody]

[Intro: Tata]
Huh
We're back again
Grrah, look

[Verse: Tata]
Right now I'm high up in the air, all my thoughts rottin' my brain
My anxiety through the roof, I swear I hate the f*ckin' plane
And I just hate it when it rain, where was you when it was rainin' on me?
I was in pain, all these n*ggas just kept—
Money attract the girls you want, struggle will attract the girls you need
I don't brag about this sh*t, but it's so much people I—
But where they at when I'm in need? Nowhere to be found, I'm by myself
I been barely f*ckin' eatin', I eat Percs, I need some help
f*ck bein' rich, b*tch, I need wealth, drugs not good for my health
Every timе me and her f*ck, I think how she f*ckеd someone else
I think about it and I cry, I think about it, I get high
I think about it, how she lied, b*tch, you said he was just a friend
Huh, I walk up in the club, I'm throwin' ten
Huh, I'm with my brothers, n*gga, f*ck a friend
Every time when I get mad, I mask up and then I bend
Like, b*tch, I'm throwin' up the dub, all these n*ggas follow trends
And I swear I got no friends, I did it by my lonely
Yeah, I do sh*t for n*ggas, but they don't owe me
I let it rip for n*ggas, that was the old me
Like, f*ck this label sh*t, they tryna own me
And they know I'm one of a kind, swear these n*ggas cannot clone me
That's a fact, n*gga, I don't talk, so I just rap, n*gga
41, like, I put this sh*t on my back, n*gga
And that's no cap, n*gga, like, I be smacked, n*gga
[Outro: Tata]
Huh, grrah, look

[Part II: Strangers]

[Intro: Kyle Richh & Jhene Aiko]
You said you are different but you're the same stranger
Grah
(Zoe'd up)
Grah

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Only the real can relate, at the top, we don't care 'bout your view
f*ck them b*tches, I'm all about you, why do you treat me the way that you do?
If I went back to the bottom, is you really ridin' it through?
Like, why is you hidin' the truth? Flexin' the sh*t I was buyin' for you
Everyone wanna feel some love, can't see my bro, he got limited visits
Know he good every crib that he been in, like, on the phone with unlimited minutes
And if the energy off, I'ma—
She get the trust, man we met at the function
Eighty degrees, we could go to the beach, roll up a spliff while we watchin' the sunset (Damn)
Like, let's have a talk, open up, let me get in your mental
I don't want you to see me for my money, like, I want the love to be real
Tryna see if she solid for real, mutual feelings, you feel what I feel
Grah, like, if I crash, is you grabbin' the wheel?
Keep it a buck, b*tch, what is you doin' for me?
Got myself, it ain't nothin' I need, like, if I lose it, is you gonna leave?
Damn, I'm damaged, don't judge, heart broke, we could fix it with trust
Like-like, damn, I miss you too, but she pretty, I can't get enough
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh]
f*ck this love, I can't tell if it's true (Like, what?)
Double back, she gon' times it by two
In the stu' with my tool I'ma talk in the—
And that b*tch not a lover from my point of view, grrah
Where the f*ck is you at? When I'm callin' her phone, she not callin' me back
See, this b*tch on my body, she got me attached, f*ck these feelings I got in my—
We could go tick for tack, I would still never lack
On her body, she on timin', but I could tell it's a—
If she just want me for the bucks, then that dumb b*tch is outta—
I keep my feelings in the cut, now that sh*t twinnin' with my gu
Grrah, mix Sprite with Tris (Damn)
Come here, one more kiss (Damn), only feel safe with my hand on your hip
If they talkin', I don't give a sh*t, like, said I don't give a f*ck
If they—, look—, like, I don't know if it's love or it's lust

[Part III]

[Intro: Kyle Richh]
(Envious)
Grah
(Mm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
Grah, grah

[Verse: Kyle Richh]
Inside, I be hurt, put the pain in the vocal
I got money, still try to be noble
Make some mistakes that I ain't had to go through
Like, I'm not in a can
Still alive, I thank God, the almighty
Said, "Be careful with each of your mans"
Read red signs, I ain't takin' them lightly, like, damn
I got money by bein' myself, why everybody keep takin' my flow?
Like, if I die, they gon' call me a G.O.A.T
Don't wanna die, so I walk with a ghost
Can't be happy, my n*ggas in pain
'Cause I still be feelin' the same
Real n*gga, not lookin' for credit
And if it's beef then I don't wanna dead it
Thootie, thootie, dead on the couch
Ha, I'm tryna—, what the wetty about?
I don't put trust, don't put faith in these b*tches, they just want the life that I'm livin'
Pray to God everyday, I be sinnin'
Like, beggin' the Lord for forgiveness
[Part IV: JENN JENN JENN]

[Intro: Dee Play4Keeps & Jenn Carter]
Jenn, Jenn, Jenn (That's what I'm talking about)
Jenn-Jenn
Jenn-Jenn-Jenn (That's why he's the MVP)
Grrah

[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
It's a lot of these b*tches who diss way, way more than me (24 is the G.O.A.T.)
And they still wasn't shakin' with n*ggas
They on my di*k 'cause I'm different, I like that
You could tell I be breakin' up b*tches
I do this sh*t 'cause the love for my—
You could tell I'm the realest, that's word to my mother
Like n*ggas drid 'cause we road to the riches
I won't sell my soul, I can't give up my—
Like, and stop jackin' I ran on the bros
Got it on every trip, if you know, then you know
n*ggas done ran on they dead
But they stay on my di*k 'cause I got all my bros

[Bridge: Dee Play4Keeps & Jenn Carter]
Jenn, Jenn, Jenn
Jenn-Jenn
Jenn-Jenn
The f*ck?

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh]
And this n*gga keep moanin' my name up on live
Huh, I think that he DL
Like, wasn't you just gettin' shiggy to "Deuce"?
Like, I remember the details
n*ggas ain't puttin' no pain and it shows
I can't use none of my brothers to spice up my—
Like, together we aim for the top
I won't ever be happy 'til gang is on froze
And they mad 'cause we really got talent
I been lit since I mentioned Thee Stallion
Can't compete, it won't ever be balanced
These n*ggas rap like they mentally— Uh
This not a race, it's a different commute
When I walk in the—, all I hear is the "Deuce," like (Jenn, Jenn, Jenn)
Jenn, Jenn? Oh, I get it
Doots on my di*k, now you wanna include
Sip-sip Wock', no, I cannot improve
I'm done beefin' with kids that ain't graduate school
Suck di*k, I don't mean to be rude
Grrah, I'm really tougher than—
Said the love that I got from my brothers is—
And the b*tches start shakin' they hips to this rhythm
Too-too tact', I cannot slip
Like, and they mention my name 'cause I'm lit
It's a couple of n*ggas, they b*tch on my—
I don't pay 'em no mind, I be off of the Tris

[Part V: Pussete]

[Intro: Tata]
Huh, huh, b*tch
Huh, huh, huh
Every opp shot, everything dead, huh
Four-one shots to the head
Huh, look, grrah

[Verse 1: Tata]
Star B with the G, don't miss
Like, everyone suck my di*k
Like, Preme, dump that sh*t
No, I won't send the addy, can't trust that b*tch
Like, I throw up the four and the dub, that's a fact
b*tch fire, her pus*y is wack
Why she keep dissin'? That b*tch is a bum?
Like, I make Jenny hit her with the strap
b*tch, and I keep the Glockete
Like, she tryna swing the pussete
And I'm all in her—, huh
Like, when I back out this knocker, he better runnete
b*tch, and I keep the Glockete
Like, she tryna swing the pussete
And I'm all in the—, uh
Like, when I back out this knocker, he better runnete

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Grrah, SV, know that he too clutch
Move back, I got my Ruger
That b*tch a dummy, go hop in the Uber
Stupid b*tches be f*ckin' my mood up
Like, I told Tata he can't leave a trace
'Cause bullets be sprayin' like mace
Hollows gon' hit 'em and make 'em erase
Like, and the beam on his face like a lace
Grrah, and I keep a Berrete
I got all the dootetes
Walk in the party, I'm startin' a frenzy
I got a baddie, this b*tch a brunette
I cannot misplace it
D's on my body, we go on a race
It's a G in the V, we don't stop for the jakes, b*tch, grrah
We don't stop for the jakes, b*tch

[Outro: Tata, Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh]
Every opp shot
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom, n*gga
It's f*ckin' Carter, di*khead (Four-one shots to the head, b*tch)
Grah
Grah, grah, grah, grah
Grrah, grrah (Alright, y'all buggin', y'all buggin')
Grah
Write your thoughts out, n*gga
Grrah