GoldLink - 2015 XXL Freshman Cypher Pt. 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: GoldLink] Yeah, b-tap hit the beat drum Don't smoke it all baby, give my niece some My n***a get the super wise, my n***a get to rising n***as eat the pot pie, n***a we was starving Dreaming 'bout a fancy b**h up in a fancy garden Ralph Lauren, hope that I can meet Garvin Rock a n***a if he talking crazy, maybe, maybe Maybe I can teach her right, damn sure I can eat you right Eat you like I'm eating pizza, baby I might have a slice Baby I can climb up on ya like the Eiffel tower We can have a baby, baby, have a baby shower Sick of paper chasing I was racing when I had the power Over everything like powers in your panties boo 'Cedes coupe, I just make my songs so I can cater to, cater you Roll up out my pocket, I will pocket you Bible truth, you are like the sun but you are brighter boo Wanna go to college to be you g-gynecologist Yeah baby, I'm so, I'm so proud of you Fly that you, we eat, we k**in', we winning Yeah I'm a villain boo Pop a n***a senseless, this sh** got me driven like... [Verse 2: OG Maco] Gave 'em hell now I'm on double-X L And I ain't write nothing for this cypher, cause that's dope I could sell All this from a fold and a scale Set in places with that trap and that sk** Check in the mail, I told my n***a check his bail And I could get him out But I could get him out the trap forever n***a, what this 'bout I thought rap could save n***as I thought paid n***as were saved n***as Man they ain't no brave n***as Where the hearts? Where the lions? Where the n***as who walking in the dark I see these n***as throwing signs But I ain't really seen no spine on 'em Working for the bankhead sh** I'm rapping for the Black man Let's start a riot, all my children can't breathe It's like that asthma inside them I'm just tryna make a new way Uh, these n***as fake like these toupees It's OGG, you know we got that new wave [Verse 3: Vince Staples] Buy my mama Gabbona to fight my black anguish Few hoes I been known, known on Backpages Selling they mother nature I ain't no preacher n***a I'm just a viewer on the streets you was afraid to visit Live your life through my lyrics Now watch me paint this picture Jabari blood on my easel My homie died through the negligence of the policeman You can't tell me no different, I still can hear him screaming He was barely a teen And Jesus couldn't save him, so I barely believe Give the levees a break and watch us all drown in the sea That Moses had parted We wasn't part of America's dream Safety inside my momma's arms That, or grabbing firearms We seen the way the ghetto react Throw it on Viacoms Veins went dry once the game went viral I heard they don't mean what they say, well f** it, I do I feel as if they never seen no n***a like me Doctor King had dreams of n***as like me Or more like nightmares Hanging out the window, breathing in the night air Aiming at your temple, I never said we fight fair