Isaiah Rashad - XXL 2014 Freshmen Cypher Part 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Lot of grievances and wish tales on the wrong n***as K's sound like grey hounds, they long winded Week start, high school sweetheart, what's wrong with him? Black snake moan, tre-eight long as bone tissue Lay on side my son and he's like ''Daddy, what's wrong?'' Few elusive habits, won't consider marriage I'm gone I've been shot, I've been stabbed, had like cheap liquor Slipped then got back on my feet like C. Billups I done lost my money gambling, loudmouth rambling Did a lot of lying 'til my women couldn't stand it n***a k**ed my brother so I took him from his family Went and got some tears in my face, now I'm branded All I ever wanted was some money like Sandy Louise Vuitton shades for my dame, life fancy Sweet face then I lick her p**y like nasty But I ain't like her boyfriend if you was just asking [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Wait, who is this? Ayo, wait, I don't know I'm doing this XXL sh**, I can't really talk on the phone right now Smack called me, I was getting some head He said ''come do this XXL cover instead'' I said ''for sure, bust a b**h on the bed Bust a nut on her head, tell me when and where and it's dead'' In the moment feels like a rush don't it? Me hopping on the plane to fly to New York with no advance From my non-existent label to spend Money I'm spent, funded my tour in Europe Paid it for myself When a bunch of n***as' labels probably paid for the spot I don't know, maybe not, could've been genuine I laugh at Mr.Rogers in the hood Told him why these n***as is brokeboys, they need rea**embling I'm Wimbledon, used to be innanet, now I'm a free man like Morgan Free agent, three agents, the A&R man and a midget on my foreskin Hey, Kobe, tell me how my a** taste They should save my sh** for the outtakes I might take everyone out, flee the scene with the murder weapon And a dick in your mouth, feet on your couch and my middle finger's up With my f**ing Timb spot cause I don't give a f** [Hook: August Alsina] Be on my grind and my hustle all day Baby, I'mma shine, keep it bright always And I be on the grind on the block all day I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day And baby I'mma shine like a light always You know I'mma grind, I'mma hustle all day I'mma hustle all day, I'mma hustle all day, yeah [Verse 3: Isaiah Rashad] Look, I'm on this XXL getting this paper What I told her, she was slick as a fox Sweet as the cadence, tell me, baby, you gon' love me or not? With my dick in her mouth I'm just chilling, my eyes glued to the ceiling Just imagine getting closer to God My uncle tried to stand on money then grab on something Then have no knots and have no nothings and can't afford that Swerving, just left service with Aunt Berlin The Drama got her busy, this tenant is cart serving Serving a junkie, maybe his family or something That said that math just be exquisite when we pimping them b**hes Don't twist a cabinet in the kitchen unless you working them riches Hold up, but we continue, we ain't washing no dishes Laughing n***as laughing to the cashier I don't really give a f** Getting to acting baffled, should not crash ya Told you you'd get it, n***a [Verse 4: Chance The Rapper] Young black boy, how he got the labels scared? A&R's be like "Chano, you ain't playin fair" You gon' set a bad example for the average bear You a yogi, you should idle while in child's position I be like, naw, these my sons, this prenatal care I'mma show 'em how to make it here and make it fair Take it there they could k** me and I ain't gon' care You is just an ankle weight, lighter than some angel cake Sweeter than some maple syrup, easier than ableton Make a plate and make it player, make 'em play it Just don't count your sheep before they hatch You chickens ‘fore your eggs or eat 'fore you say your prayer [Hook]