hanz – cypher lyrics
[verse 1: marquis n0ble]
look like magic when i swerve it
3 piece suit to make em nervous
dripping like faucet
lane to lane shifting got em nauseous
y’all look clean i look corporate
pause it
boss talk stays inside the office
access codes to all my n+ggas thats apartment
this is god’s work
had to put my dawgs back to work till they paws hurt
fox fur on the linen
got a different recipe depending on the kitchen
pray i get to cook for a fee god willing
found my silver spoon in the dirt
away from the gold diggers
consumed with the pictures that alter the real image
the windows of your soul need a update
one take can change it all let me demonstrate
[verse 2: rab]
now tell me who wanna f+ck with us
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
renegades, you can get ya head bust
(ya digg)
the best n+gga that’s 25 and under
i’m assuming all these motherf+ckers rhyming under
the bar setter
hard n+gga
yall n+ggas is frauds
i pull ya card quicker
than blackjack dealers that’s out in vegas
you wager minimum wages
i could k!ll a clams casino
and craft the eulogy pages
(yikes)
you n+ggas spent a hunnit gs coppin dungarees
im overall the best out n+gga
it run in my genes
el chapo can’t hug his wife
what the f+ck is life?
i can hug this b+tch next to me but can’t touch a brick of white
(yikes)
whats life without a passion?
if you dont know im the answer
you should k!ll who you been asking
whats life without a passion?
if you dont know im the answer
you should k!ll who you been asking
[verse 3: hanz]
a lot of judas lips double cheek me
yet need me
wanna be me
in his image i was made
so don’t say
you need to teach me, just preach me
all praise due to me
is due to me
who’s who to me, ain’t true to me
so why keep voting presidents to make office
when i never did for the ones thats in my pocket
these zeros that we after, come after
crowds by thousands, eyes in the rafters
and yeah i know that’s a ballpark number
turn backstage passes into hallmark summers
down to earth, looking up to nothing
always up to something, always up to someone
high horses turn to rodeos, wildin
life is a trip but we sitting 30,000
vagabond
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