BET Cypher

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, Most of these niggas shouldn't be next to us
We keep our distance from those, those acting like hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the realest niggas
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and dealers
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, they want a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the mask on when I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a extra slug 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster than me with a eighth
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) break on a plate
Burning ya faith, all senses covered in tape
Fuckin' with them boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You running to the cops saying: How we do?
Saying it's just rap and them lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or maybe trois
Baby girl need a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give praise to Allah
Get blazed in my car, Oxymoron

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock came from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still remain as a top shotta
I ain't no backpack rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya business then
Cold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the girlies love us, get a whiff of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us
Holding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top Dawg we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, nine double O five nine -
Where my family at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the handyman
And to be real not with all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, wrapped up my position
'Til I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on them islands with my crimmies chillin'
Hide ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause everywhere I go they like when you dropping some work?
Been a threat since birth
The rap game's pallbearer when I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air's
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's most wanted
My chargers? Killing MC's without warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab Soul]
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny Biggie
In New York City with Puffy, puffing the sticky
All eyes against me, still even the score
Prolly why I'm always OT on tour
TDE, believe me we want war
I don't even know what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the difference?
We all gon' die one day until then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I ain't gon' curse
Still gifted like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And these days are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's just a balance we battle naturally
And y'all still trippin' off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Peep Soul brother number 2
The first one used to make beats for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL smooth
And rolling weed is the only time I see L's move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Isaiah Rashad]
Ay, I think I found my second home
Sunny California and it's ya little nigga brother
You ain't meant for corners, it's what they told me
So I never looked back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we flirt in the path
Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they gon' find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left with ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin' menace
Where is Robin, I'm Given'
Fuckin' minding my business
He a regular victim, us regular in women
Uh, regular niggas, you always cater to sluts
You always wasting my time, you always faking the funk
I'm put ya muthafuckin' dream in ya face
You keep lookin' for some women to be all in ya face
That deep dussy reach niggas, keep dussy
That Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap better than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated
You ain't underrated, you ain't under looked
You ain't overbooked, you just under cooked
It's supposed to be me and my niggas in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself still fresh as fuck