Rapfix 2013 Year-end Cypher Lyrics - Singles - Vado

[Vere 1: Vado] 

Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no more 

That five white pure cause I'm so raw 

Drip rocks till I couldn't climb no more 

Became a hot boy like the 504 

Master of the p and the pies go forth 

Damn near free, I need a least five, four more 

What you see you can't tell me 

Walked in like the first scene in Belly 

Like let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench coat 

Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I send those 

What happened? Niggas been broke 

[?] send you a napkin with your kids toked 

Bluh, bluh, blood everywhere 

They jumped this caddy, came back with bloods everywhere 

Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept drugs heavy there 

You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy here 

Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over them'' 

Trying to play fantasy football with Hov and them 

Pick another check, shit, I took more than both of 'em 

School my little bro, I look forward to growthing 'em 

Yeah, now I just copped another watch 

I just drove up the lot pushing another drop 

My first stop 95th then hit the butterspot 

The feds got me on shit that could get my mother hot 

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[Verse 2: Lantana] 

Military matter, on a mission, baby, listen 

I put myself in position, man, it's a family tradition 

My pops blood in every vein I got 

So two things I can never do is change and stop 

They don't understand the pain or the brain I got 

They weren't there when them people came and changed them locks ever 

That's why [?] don't kill more 

[?] and these stupid niggas still slow 

You still slow for real though, what you hear for? 

Ain't trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his earlobe 

Can you hear me now, we rising 

I got game and I should've wore an [?] 

Live for my people and I'mma die for my people 

I'd go to jail for my people, hope I get mail from my people 

I'd raise hell for my people, shoot it out with the devil 

Then head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever 

This for my people, how soon 

Who don't want easy, that autotune 

Listen, I got you, I'mma keep it ratchet 

Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, just my people, people 

People, people, my life the Corleone 

Wow, probably let off the 40 

Ride that while I'm with people 

They gon have to see you, it's evil 

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[Verse 3: Oun P] 

Money is the motive, got my mind on it 

Come with triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on it 

See this block here, I grind on it 

99% of niggas waste lines, over here got nines on it 

I switch grinds, I'm trying to get it every way 

Til I'm eating like it's Thanksgiving every day 

Stay with a serious face cause I don't ever play 

Bad karma back in the days cause I ain't ever pray 

I ain't with the trickery, don't t be trying to get at us 

Beat you til my hands turn roast and grabbing a cactus 

No lights in the crib, red light on the ratchet 

Eight balls on the block, but the 40's was only jackets 

Before there was 3 of us on the same mattress 

Now there's 3 of us fucking the same actress 

Dogging everything, I'm fucking the game backwards 

Put more green leaf in the air than St.Patrick's 

I'm still rapping, first of all 

I'm doing this so my moms ain't gotta work no more 

Music take away the pain, it don't hurt no more 

Was looking for wealth, but I ain't gotta search no more 

The loyalty, where the fuck is that these days? 

Best friends is getting each other clapped these days 

These young niggas really don't know how to act these days 

It was better when I was younger in my athlete days 

Go outside, hoop a little, you know, flirt with the shorties 

Go outside now I see somebody squirting the 40 

Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the story 

All you see is what a lot of niggas ain't showing 

So when the tour started a lot of niggas ain't going 

Now I don't listen to rap, a lot of niggas ain't flowing 

Been doing it for a while, now it's time to bring dough in 

Humble, I don't brag or boast in these streets 

But these white phones be looking like coke on my feet 

I ain't get it from distributing that coke on the streets 

Got mine from putting cooked coke on the beat 

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[Verse 4: Ransom] 

Niggas know I don't show gratitude 

Look at this rapper shoes, you can tell [?] 

Street prophecies told by the resurrection of Socrates 

Every sentence I'm blessing properly, manifesting philosophy 

Ghetto monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that property 

Deep as them fossils be under the Earth geography 

Got a lot to kin, no stopping me, whoever is on top of me 

Getting popped with three bullets, it's hollow, G 

I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect harmony 

Paper like a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of me 

The ghetto probably doing robberies cause of [?] 

[?] part of me like the major arteries starving me 

Till this day wonder where my father be 

Pardon me, this is hard to me, life is a lottery 

Played it to [?] like pornography 

It ain't hard to see like photography 

Lyrical sodomy, [?] 

Got a license to kill like Sean Connery 

Street corner pharmacy harming these fake thugs wearing army fatigue