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cg prince - cypherjuu (freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah
what you really wanna know?
you feelin’ this flow?
this sh+t is comfortable
i’m just chillin’ in the rolls
rolls royce, drivin’ with your b+tch
we chillin’, we drift
i’m smokin’, i spliff
i’m movin’ the work, the connect, it’s movin’ quick
the bridge don’t burn
n+gga, you live and you learn
i’m movin’ with the work
pass it up to the dirt
and he shoot him in the he+rs+
he gunned him down
he shoot him for his worth
pass a nickel for his worth
what’s it worth?
to a verse, to a noun, to a verb
what you heard?
what’s the word?
you feel me on the beat?
but your b+tch feel me in the sheets
i’m really, really in the streets
on the block and i’m cruisin’, ready
and i’m cruisin’ round with your b+tch
this sh+t is really hectic
the life i live, the life you live, i’m livin’ it
this life is sin, this life is the—
this life is a sentence to a death sentence
this life is—
[verse 2]
hot rod on the waist, n+ggas too legit to quit
heavy smell on my n+ggas, that just proves that we the sh+t
n+ggas had to slow down, ’cause the cops is on the watch
i don’t have no fb, but stay posted on the block
interrupt a n+gga, be the n+ggas f+ckin’ up they plans
think of you instead of god, n+ggas will knock you off your stance
we all about that action, what the f+ck you wanna do?
n+ggas give you the blues, and your family won’t have a clue
on some new sh+t, we ain’t lettin’ n+ggas rock freeze
when you see the grip, call that sh+t sh+ll shock
n+ggas want beef, we gon’ make them n+ggas plate
snitchin’? you move funny, you’s a f+ckin’ jitter snake
put in mad work and these haters can’t stand us
and these n+ggas throwin’ selves towards our way like a sandwich
puttin’ dirt on our name, n+ggas is out to get ya
sleepin’ on n+ggas till the motherf+ckin’ hollows hit ya

[verse 3]
and yo, i’m leavin’, better wish me well
they life is like a fairy tale
i know these n+ggas very well
they flyin’ like they been to jail
cds, that’s the only time these n+ggas seen a cell
this like an anthem, life a movie, bring the cameras
my sixteens are on point, but so are my stances
people askin’ questions, i’m equipped with answers
my rhymes sick, like diagnosis with cancer
i stay on the move, like a motherf+cker
dancin’, and like they get robbed
when i perform, the hands goin’ up
i’m like a suicide bomber, ’cause i’m blowin’ up
this road never said was easy, i know it’s tough
and life a b+tch, she tryna f+ck me ’cause i’m focused so much
and as a kid, i was happy we got nurture stuff
’cause once we fell on that path, was no turnin’ us—what?
lights, camera, action, on my way to the top
gotta make it happen
[verse 4]
coolin’ at the spot, d+mn, n+ggas got caught
cinco+o, bangin’ on the door
sh+t got hot, but it don’t stop
try to keep it more low
keezy, i had to make a move that was more dough, easy
claim you fresh, real money, homie
lookin’ like a f+ckin’ dummy with your pockets hungry
i’m tryna turn my 10s into 20s
20s into 50s
50s into 100s
and the 100s into racks
now i got to swat the cash, how to get it on access
not a dollar i don’t order when you flippin’ through that
face up, tails down, but it’s the opposite when i smash
i’m who in it, visualizin’ this more than i have
then i go put in the muscle and straight home to the bathroom
where i don’t crash
i gotta get back home to my mama
i know the laws, and make sure that i don’t follow them
but when sh+t f+cked up, sh+t real f+cked up
now my mama know, hey—
she prayin’ for me and my problems though, huh?
i ain’t really got a lot of them

[verse 5]
i got a patient at the bottom
since i was a youngin’, n+gga was always a option
but i ain’t goin’ like no cotton
they used to have us pickin’ cotton
just don’t leave my bed flottin’
this girl ask me why i’m such a g
i told her my g+pod raised me different, and real antique
i don’t talk to cops, so don’t come around me with their name
if you snitch on me, i’ll find out—d+mn right, your brain’s beneath the winter flame
you don’t know where i been at
so why you be cold before you end up in this place?
that’s a fact, a real cop
chico, i’m that real
too many losses got me like a beast, poppin’ from the east
’cause i’m that n+gga like cheese
and matter of fact, you feed cheese to these rats, huh?
[outro]
facts, and we ain’t fake
what’s off on this side, we let it be
now you know, now you on my beef?
nah, get up off
i was raised in the streets
so, a n+gga try to play me
i hang your life in your speech
better watch how you talk to me
you’ll never know, might come around
and beat your ass like g
have you heard me?
and it might not be sweet
so correct yourself before you come to me

- cg prince lyrics

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