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cypher clique - trust the process lyrics

[intro: mic anthony]
i don’t know man
(seen her. seen ya. seen em)
i think that white man gave me a reggie blunt
(seen em. i saw her. {quick laugh})
the bars came out though
i seen ya lady, she was singin’ along
i seen ya lady, she was singin’ along
i saw your homies, they was singin’ along
saw everybody, they was singin’ along

[intro verse: e]
start like, head shots to the man that’s in office
never fake plot if i planned it, it’s flawless
i’m her man, you’re abandoned, an orphan
took her to the sand, so i swam like a dolphin
i understand your pops ran on his offspring
fam with me, gang not the man for the bullsh-t
mama wanna see me spoil it
this that sh-t, they like aww

[verse 1: mic anthony]
i’m a rhyming ape, you n-gg-s should hibernate
p-ss-es get to dippin’ i can show you how a tiger skate
you elementary, i could rhyme a century
livin’ cause i’m legend and i do it cause it’s meant to be
we get it in for free, you get it in for fees
payin’ to perform ain’t the norm, ain’t no empathy
i’m blowin’ up again, want it in a fast way
other n-gg-s wash like tide, gain, and cascade

[hook: e]
if they put me on the song then it’s gotta be the hottest
they’re like “d-mn, geeze, is he ever modest?”
goddess, made a kiss on my side b-tch
drip like a faucet, feds steady watching
i’m trynna get us home but my bro keep on wylin’
(instrumental and ad-lib)
we don’t do the gossip
i do what i want, when i do it’s a profit

[verse 2: mic anthony]
i want the finer things, green like the lima bean
smoke then i stroke, high notes make v-g-n- sing
i ain’t a cl-ssy n-gg-, just a nasty n-gg-
i’m trynna bend the bad chics like a action figure
she like the way i’m livin’ though, i hit her with that give and go
and if you ain’t do it to death. then what you in it fo?
my meditation is elevation, i’m super fire
you n-gg-s listen to bullsh-tters and super liars

[hook: e]
if they put me on the track then it’s gotta be the hottest
i’m like “no b-tch, no i’m never modest”
you high you got your l and you ain’t trynna just the process
rumbling for problem, feds steady watching
i’m trynna get us home but my bro keep on wylin’
(instrumental)
mama want me spoil it
we do what i want, when i do it’s a profit

[verse 3: james major]
ya’ll n-gg-s better know the name, hearts on novacane
leg work, feel it in your calves like i roll with james
now i’m in an open lane, shootin’ for the stars
and you couldn’t raise arms like you n-gg-s had a shoulder sprain
switchin’ lanes, so i’m in and out of traffic
all i wanna do is just vibe with a bad chic
your girl want, me to give her b-lls like a bad pitch
you couldn’t hit, or land those
like the magic

[verse: relay]
i ain’t with the chatter, trynna climb the ladder
crib by the sh-r-, more plates than a batter
compet-tion lurking, but i see they playin’ possum
idaho flow, tell your boys he’s a problem
nice with the wordplay, sick and the verbs cray
brown thing, tell her throw it back like thursday
shawty on my jock cause the flow straight b-tter
now she wanna kcik it got me feelin’ like a punter

[hook: e]
[hook: e]
if they put me on the track then it’s gotta be the hottest
i’m like “no b-tch, no i’m never modest”
you high you got your l and you ain’t trynna just the process
rumbling for problem, feds steady watching
i’m trynna get us home but my bro keep on wylin’
(instrumental)
mama want me spoil it
we do what i want, when i do it’s a profit
if they put me on the track then it’s gotta be the hottest
i’m like “no b-tch, no i’m never modest”
you high you got your l and you ain’t trynna just the process
rumbling for problem, feds steady watching
i’m trynna get us home but my bro keep on wylin’
(instrumental)
mama want me spoil it
we do what i want, when i do it’s a profit

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