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2020 BET Hip Hop Awards - How New Crew Cypher
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Flo Milli
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Want to send a rest in peace shout out to the homie Pop Smoke Gone way too soon, shout out...let's get it Ade' in the flesh Never come alone, i'm taking respect Lately been raking the checks The women are keeping the chains to save me the mess Some want to lay me the rest You'll see what i'm doing if you ever play me in chess In school they gave me a F Today I pulled up in a M Tell 'em for wasting this time, they owe dawg, nah i ain't talking Larenz Mm, but carried the cane Left it alone like we wish Ye did, heavy his name Here they shoot with no aim Then they pop and smoke to bury the pain Marry the game, I hope it don't take me out with bruh You know they hate to see us do numbers, this AP Algebra Account was one hundred thousand up I'm lounging when I be miles above Come from the county, get love from the city Like I do what Muriel Bowser does A rookie that move like a vet do Best tune in, i'm a BET too I leave her text on read, I put her friend on Jet Blue That trump guy is a creep, he cares too much about tweets Gotta head to the poll, not HBO, if you wanna see the real black version of "Veep" The flow is a 10 RIP Pop, Chadwick, Kobe and Quinn Rest in peace to Pop Smoke Errbody go vote 2020 no joke It ain't funny no mo' Can't nobody come close They just might have the 'rona RIP Nip and Kobe CPT, California BET, this the cypher EDD, we for lifers BUD, he the nicest So the price is what the price is Uh, i'm a prophet, i'm a pothead, i'm a block kid You can drop dead, that one goes to the cops, the feds I'm a thot, get me lit Come here lil' mama, suck on the d**k I made a lot, off of hits Tryna' be wealthy, i'm already rich Top of the top of the RItz I got her cooking and making me grits She got that WAP, let me hit She go bananas, then I gotta split Riding around, smoked out in the whip Down to a gram, had to cop me a zip Pound for pound, again and again Surround sound, it's loud in here They ought to give me the crown in here I'm representing Hub Town in here They ought to give me the crown in here Dropping the album, the top of the year Yeah I'm with ya baby daddy, while you babysitting B*t*hes not in my cla**, my behavior different I ain't talking about...if I say i'm on top I don't stop so we can never change positions My account look like I hit the lottery I'm too blessed to let these broke b*t*hes bother me Up in my business, but when you start getting the bag The flight on a jet come with privacy Shut down the store if I walk in Dior Baby, show me that sh*t that ain't shown on the floor Talking money, well then let your money do the talking Let's see what your mouth can afford Made a couple mill' on the way up Just imagine what i'll make off a tour They don't understand when I'm counting bands Pop off the rubber like I like it raw I'm the new b*t*h all these n***as adore So these other b*t*hes hurt to the core Numbers don't lie, so if you ever counted me out What you think i'mma f**k with you for I got these broke b*t*hes hating me more Killing these b*t*hes is my daily chore I look like a Laker, the way that I ball Hoes could never ever even the score Play with a n***a's hearts like it's a sport I let 'em f**k it up, then I ignore Waste a n***a time, curve them in my mind Make them take me out whenever i'm bored I been minding my black owned business Police will still shoot me dead in the street If they think i'm a threat, they gon' draw like a sketch Put that flame on my chest, like I play for the Heat He want me to freeze, but I'm scared so I ran like a [?] From the Gulf to Caspian Sea Because he got a stick, but they aren't in a band That drum on a loop, we ain't making beats, boy Hold up, hit the blunt We in Hell for real How we go through the most, but we show it the least Like you can't even tell for real But maybe this black body, full of black trauma My black kid gon' have a black mama And they gon' look at me like a supehero Like the Black Panther and the Black Mamba Okay, Uh Hope I live to have they type of impact That's why I keep a stick Big enough to empty out a party whenever it kick back I know people got ill intentions My girl be stressing, it be making me sick that All her pretty little fears me getting shot by the police Because i'm 6LACK So yeah, we still fighting for Breonna Our skin wasn't tailored to fit this society I see them eyeing me, got my anxiety up Through the roof when the cops be riding by me Telling my people how much I love them erryday Because I feel like I got to Because I know how hard it can be to love yourself In a world telling you not to Forreal
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