K Camp - 2015 XXL Freshman Cypher Pt. 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] People count your blessings They don't see when you stressin' Follow me on Instagram like I'm in heaven Told my baby momma, I'll have it in a second You think she tryna hear that sh**? My flow is a weapon, I'm on every record Tryna k** that sh**, I'm hot as piss But I'm still not sh** Got off the road with 50 cent, Kidd you still not rich? But I'mma serve these dimes 'til I pit that brick If my life was a disc I'd skip that sh**? n***a, roaches crawling on me in my sleep Shake 'em out the sheets The toilet never worked and the faucet always leaked Ain't nothin' in here to eat Around them h**n addicts who shoot up in the veins of they feet That sh** gave us the jeepers creeps But a n***a had to get it though I wasn't a d-boy by choice I had to get this dough I mean, they needed a hit and I was ready go They needed a fix and I was really broke With that white, I could whip a miracle I swear this rap sh** is a miracle He was cool with you, what you had to k** him for? Only the man in the mirror know Situation is getting critical Another child is born, I'm hoping he's identical Really though One of you n***as know who the f** hit my package Hundred dollar slab tryna stretch it like elastic Man trappin' been got me trapped in Macho man, Randy, I'm a savage I took what I could salvage n***a, who the f** laughing? Since elementary out the penitentiary chances Over your Nike Airs I'mma leave you gasping Who the f** laughing? Man [Verse 2: K Camp] Slum Shout out to Northside Look, if you know me, you know I give two f**s Two forks, making meals like a food truck I'm the new wave n***a, I'm the new wave Sit back and watch the kid like a Blu-Ray Been making hits n***a, Bobby Boucher I been workin', I ain't called my b**h in 'bout two days I could make your b**h go more than two ways You better update your roster like you're playing 2K Light another blunt, take another sip That n***a still cuffin' he connected at the hip Strap stay with me I'm connected with the clip Let a n***a get wrong, I'm connected with the grip Leader of the new school but you been knew Do it for the village like a n***a Hindu Popping big sh** like I'm standing 10'2" She said she like it K way, well sh**, bring a friend too [Verse 3: Tink] Let's go I normally wouldn't do this on a regular day But since the time is of the essence I'mma grace you with my presence From the city where they sleep you like some Nyquil should Where them n***as give you wings quicker than Red Bull would Quick on my feet, I gotta eat So I'm no longer on the healthy tip Tryna make my dough extend, longer than a selfie stick Self employed n***a but I'm no Dame Dash Top of my cla** I ball without a shot in my a** Without a doubt, these n***as rubbing off like Henna They go behind your back and cross you like a pair of suspenders They parent trap these women and leave them hanging like a tree leaf Keef drop a record the only time they wanna be some real BDs I read up on these new school rappers Half of them not rappin' let's eliminate the fraction I'm a multi-talented individual You know that I'm potent I make the game hold still like it's a Kodak moment Like the Kodak slogan To get the cheese is the mission When you work like how I work you take the boss's position I'm going off like 106 gotta cancel all these n***as They sensitive as a b**h, more sensitive than my tits And you ain't even got bite I pull a Kanye and strip a n***a from his mic That's just Chicago up in me Trained to blow so please don't make my f**in' city get windy I make these n***as get dizzy for real But I'mma feed the people bars like they need rehabilitation Let's not get wet up like some April-a** precipitation I'm only here to make the music, inspire every kid that was told that they couldn't do sh** I told God to have some mercy on n***as Way I flow over the beat, I'm like a mermaid to the streets Call me Tink though, Tink flow k**ing sh**, go put your vest up I run 'D MCs I should change my name to Rev Run Cause hip hop ain't been the same since Pac died Way these n***as actin' they should be Atlanta housewives Maybe that's the reason I'm in love with the slow jams Wouldn't feel you n***as, even if we had to hold hands And even if they throw bands I still wouldn't budge n***as ain't on sh** and really I don't give a f** You know, if, even if they throw bands I still wouldn't move Think Tink, realist n***a repping 3-1-2 It's Think Tink, young Queen, [sewing?] back to the [breeze?] Do it with poise, making noise with these African beads You know whats up [Verse 4: Raury] Yo, I'm back and crusading, industry is wack and deflated Crack and we cave in, tryna get our a** on the station But f** the fans and all the favorites, I'm smacking your ratings I give a f** like George Bush did for African babies Back to the basics, n***a are you Black or Jamaican? Rap is outdated, boy you shoulda just graduated And yeah, I coulda went to school, go to college and make it To be a slave to a man that is fat and Caucasian Councils of Satan want me in the studio making sh** to keep your a** asleep like don't nobody else make it But boy keep your eyes wide, God himself speaks in signs The number one reason is that East Atlanta is changing Yep, Georgia, little north of Florida South of Tennessee, we'll take your number, what's your order? Let me get your ticket, take it to the chef Bring it to your front porch, door, stoop, or step Yep, I'm Hugh Hef cause I got all the bunnies I been had them bunnies like I'm brown or white, it's honey Don't talk to me money, try to say it's cause I'm money Sonny, I been had them bunnies since way before I had a punny Bring tips and cash to me, actually bring it back to me now Milking the game, swag of a f**ing cow Swag of a f**ing goat, bigger each word I mutter You mad? Just go harder but watch the names that you utter cause I used to be a kid in the back, of a school bus full of black Bad a** kids, [?] that sh** When the teacher say something talk back Now I spit sh** like a yak or a llama People think I'm God cause I got a couple commas And my songs are proof, that I'm Dalai like Lama But I'm just a teenager with a Mac And that's that