BET - 2016 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3 Lyrics

Released: October 4, 2016

Featuring: Young M.A Dave East Kur Ms. Jade Sam Black

Songwriter: Young M.A Dave East Kur Ms. Jade Sam Black

Producer: DJ Premier

[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

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