2016 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sam Black] Somebody tell Drake and Kendrick I need a minute Can't pimp a butterfly from my view, but don't get offended To Ross: I need a deal, to Wayne: I need a pill To Puff: I need a hearse with B.I.G. behind the wheel Oh Lord, I'm goin' nut again, flow comin' in You sayin' your struggle's like me voting Republican I can't see it, your mom and dad, they had a job I'm from the gutter, my mom and dad ain't have a lot I come from Jers' where they [?] You miss your target, spin back but it hit the ball Granny told me 'fore she died, keep my faith in Lord Man, it's like I really try, but he duck my calls The game full of these melonies and these dread-heads A bunch of sensitive thugs killing my headrest Sprite, [?], starting my deathlist Put a couple of you lame rappers on bedrest [Interlude: Young M.A] Ooouuu [Verse 2: Ms. Jade] By myself, no squad and no crew here Triple OG so I don't give a F who here Name ring bells like twelve on New Year's Bag ain't secure, nah, I ain't ridin' through that Philly girl from where they greet you "salaam alaikum ahki" Bundles in my hair, that's the only thing that's fake about me Gone for a minute but they still rant and rave about me Everything solid with her, ain't nuttin' shaky 'bout me Tell 'em something better, tell 'em this These lil' hoes ain't a threat, they couldn't wrap a gift These lil' boys prolly tell for three-to-six Still on your favorite rappers' favorite rapper list, yeah You know the price rate go up Comin' through shinin' like Mitch when you pull up Rather be callin' room service in a villa Oh, who we 'posed to call when the police doin' the killin'? [Verse 3: Kur] I know I'm antisocial, I'm move them grams like I'm s'posed to I took them trips back and forth, you need directions, I show you I used to sleep on the floor, wakin' up, plucking off roaches Man, I was broke, I was poor, I would wake up to a notice like "Get out," yeah, move your shit out I'm thinking 'bout the times, all them Christmases that we missed out And all I ever wanted to do was get you a big house Cabinet filled up with black bottles, uh, throw that Cristal Uh, uh, I served my own damn uncle, I know that shit foul, damn I had to get mine, shit, I had to get by Had to eat, don't be mad at me, came up without a strategy I was tryna live lavishly, it was just me and [?] He grew up right in the trash with me, ashy elbows to ashy feet Dirty youngins with snaggleteeth, uh, we had [?] Couldn't even cross the street, uh, youngins that's off the leash Grandma tried keep me off the streets, I was just at the park [?] [Verse 4: Dave East] Tyree [?], she ain't speakin' yet My plug had major keys, the stamp said "we the best" They tellin' me I'm soundin' like it's '97 Every time I catch a flight, I think of 9/11 That's more motivation to get that 9-11 Porsche with the bucket seats, I'm teachin' a minor lesson They ain't believe me when that Black Rose dropped Now I'm with Escobar [?] in a black rose drop Royce that is, nobody got a voice like his BET, y'all did good makin' a choice like this Last year I was in the 'jects, watchin' the awards Jordan 5s, every color, watching out for the force Remember Pusha T told me that keys open doors I went to Autobarn to see what I could get it for I'm from Harlem, lot of my homies [?] blew they case Polo tee, [?] Pharrell [?] human race East Side [Verse 5: Young M.A] It's time for me to tote that ish BET cypher, Young M.A on that list This about to make my haters jump off that cliff Mom, are you watchin'? Make sure you record this clip See, the difference between us is you talk, I spit You walk, I sprint; I bought, you rent I fork, you fish; I bark, you hiss, you get it? You got me? You caught my drift? Spark that spliff, yo, bro, throw me your lighter We 'bout to have a smoke cypher in a BET cypher It's Young M.A, some love but a lot don't like her But word to Alicia Keys, man, this girl on fire I'm workin' to the wheels fall, this don't pop my tire 'Cause I'll let that thing sing, you can't stop that choir I was hustlin', grindin', workin' my tail off, yeah I was chasin' that bag, runnin' my leg off And for these rappers tryna step, you better step off 'Cause I'm hot, so when I rap I go to hell-o