This Was Supposed 2BA Cypher

Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Broussard & Bumps INF] Yo, what up, everybody, this your boy, Chris Broussard And you are now tuned in To what we've all been waiting for Now Since you a fellow Clevelander, bro, like myself I'ma cut you some slack, but go ahead, bro You gotta give these people what they came for Like, should I just go now? Alright [Verse 1: Bumps INF, Datin & Chris Broussard] Uh, hi, my name is Bumps and I'm an alcoholic (Hi, no, you're not) Wait a minute, alright, hold on, that ain't how I start this (You got issues, bro) Oh, my pad fed a mistake I'm the type of cat to bust out laughin' at a wake (Bro, this clockwork) Look, they tried to fix my brain, back when I was eight (Woo) But it didn't work, like tryna vacuum with a Wraith (Yo, chill) But then the Lord saved me (Yeah, I rеally doubt it) (Bumps, you're crazy) Sheesh, no surprise that your hating Look, I'm a good fella likе Scorsese Except my sin, that part's like a poor JAY-Z (Uh?) (What does that mean?) That means hella ugly (Oh) I mean, it'd make the face of Sam Cassell look lovely (Oh man) (Ayo, you a whole heathen) The point I'm tryna tell you, buddy (Woo) Is consequences kinda scare me like Teletubbies (Woo-ee) Heh, I fall short like that fella Mugsy (Woo) Then feel useless, like umbrellas when the weather's sunny (Woo) Bumpy, ha [Interlude: Chris Broussard & Bumps INF] Okay, okay, okay Bumpy, ha (I see you bro) (I see you, alright) (You might just have gone full-blown Kobe on 'em) (That's right, eighty-one in Toronto) (You gon' put it down) (For the city of Cleveland like that) (Then you gon' need to be on that type of time, my man) Aight, look [Verse 2: Bumps INF, A.I. the Anomaly, Selah the Corner, Chris Broussard & 𝘉𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦] So on that first verse, I may or may not have Rapped over the whole open spot that Selah had (Really, Bumps?) Enter two parts where A.I. raps (Really?) And, look, other than that, heh, okay, okay, my bad (Wow) Look, from here on out, I promise I'ma share (Yo, Bumps) What up, bro? (I don't mean to interfere) (But I think you got some real problems, bro) I'm aware But acknowledgment's the first step, like the bottom of the stairs (Haha) Do you get it? Clearly a comedy career It's what I shoulda been pursuin' and not father of the year, hm (What a waste of time) Coulda did a little modeling for Sears If it wasn't for my love of street tacos and a beer (Can you be serious for once?) I copy, loud and clear You want bars, and that's what I've been droppin' every year (It's not a problem though) I mean, yo, it's kinda why I'm here They give you more "Ooh"s and "Ah"s then checkin' your tonsils in the mirror, ha (Oh) I got a message for this genre that I'm near (Woo) Those considered poppin', rainbow products in your hair (Woo) Skinny jeans with skateboards, you know what? I don't even care (Woo) 'Cause, let's be honest, if we collidin', man, it would not even be fair (Skills) So, let's do this, I'll address those I consider peers (Woo) Quote unquote "legends", most of 'em are silent, 'cause they scared (Woo) They don't want the smoke, never once acknowledged I was here (Woo) Well, I'm back for that respect that you been robbin' me, of years (Woo) I helped build this, blood, sweat, and a lot of it was tears It's preposterous to think that I did not help pioneer This same genre, you know the one you profit from a smidge Oh, how dare you, there's not a man inside this that I fear, ha (I see you) Look, this is no hate, but I'd rap circles around most of 'em Like saran wrap on a to-go plate No shade, okay, a little, but they so fake And I won't stand for it, like you at a concert with a broke leg I'll be your huckleberry, look, bring your whole gang And your folks too, look, we can televise this whole thing (That's what I'm talking about) We can go bar-for-bar, step into my domain You a lost head, even with Rogaine, that won't change (Oh my goodness) I broke flames that you won't hang, like a rope chain Wait a minute, what was that? Sounded like the phone rang Hm, hello? (𝘠𝘰, 𝘉𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦) Aight, be there in a sec, bet— yo, that was my boss, Biz Oh shoot, I might get fired for these prideful lines Well, let me go repent before I'm back working a nine-to-five You know what? I apologize, you know the flesh from time to time Just kind of blurts out what we try to hide inside our mind Whoops! [Outro: Chris Broussard] Aight, that joint was hot Like the Warriors with a 3-1 lead in 2016 That's what I'm talkin' about But don't start feelin' yourself too much Because you know why we do this and who we do it for