Kyle G featuring Gerardo Balza - 2 Cents Cypher, Pt. 1 (feat. Nevermind & Anxxiety)
You’ll hafta excuse I’m a little off
So please pardon took a break from smoking the weed
My mind is racing like I’m Christopher reeve
I’m levitating Imma different breed the temperature freeze when any MC fucking with me
So go ahead kid necks left broken fifth got a grip like the model bitch I’m choking
My shit is potent divide you like a quotient add you up to latitude and throw you in the ocean
I’m well spoken and I’m humble til I’m not. My rhymes’ll tie you up in knots and in a trunk to rot
Oh you forgot? It’s KG I’m feeling wondrous
Best get an ovenmit I’m pillaging and plundering
Long hair kinda care fuck it Imma take it there
Grab you by your ankles hold you by your underwear
I never play fair so here’s a fair warning
I’ll take a stripper bitch to breakfast in the morning
Hit the bathroom and exit out the window. Go back to the strip club and do that shit again yo
Need an extend-O to get me off Nintendo and even when I try to whisper causing a crescendo
Look it up it' a fucking word bitch
So proceed to the nearest exit
Had a death wish for breakfast coffee and a cigarette cocaine and confessions
Propane reflections while I flick a match into it throw shade at your progression
Brick by brick burn down your movement.Who better to do it than me stupid?
The illusive king abusive
Abusing your amusement choosing your exclusion
Getting philosophical while smoking on a chocolate bowl
Eating on a lobster roll dreaming the impossible
I’m lacking motivation all alone in my space station
Lonely at the top I’m wasting rapper for a congregation
That I built from new rocks I got my anti gravity boom box
My fresh pair a show kicks and my brand new socks
You want my address, it's down below
My name is Mr. Atlas hold your planet on my back bone
But the facts know and the works shown you can double check it
But we all know all you’re gonna do is fucking wreck it
Yeah. Yeah
One thing about two day it's a three way
Sell yourself to the money
Not here to chase five ten twenties end game when I snap I want hundreds and hunnies
Got me tied down like why are you tired been burning through hell been tryna catch fire
Been tryna pull off in a phantom long before I am dead or retired yeah
The one who runs with the torch is tortured
Passion for pain you hunter through torture
Still everybody you know and love will divorce ya
Beat a career off a song about heartbreak she fucking him to the music that you make
Free of a smile when everything's fake pop all the pillies for everyones sake whatever it takes
Dedicate to killing the fame game
Celebrate from a bottle of champagne
Graduate from the drip to the cocaine
Motivate a new villainous bred
Til' everyone wanna fuck with this
Put their two cents in the well
Til' everybody wanna market this every record we sell
Til' everybody here rocket ship pre-party hotel
Til' everybody acting dark and shit afterparty in hell
You can hang on my ledge but don't fuck up my view
You can hang on my nuts but don't be caught dragging your shoes
And don't be caught sleeping on me and don't be hitting the snooze
Cuz I am fucking the world and I ain't trying to lose
Written by:
Kyle Garahana, Tyler Brooks, Tyler Reese
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