Vince Staples - Legends in the Making Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: King Mez] Ain't no new n***a got a flow like mine The south said I'm immortal the west treat me like they kid So don't talk to me bout these rappers, give a f** what they did Headed home while they heating lobster up I got from Dre crib So homie please don't get embarra**ed A platinum won't help you [?] won't save your merit All your homeboys, family, and friends won't know ya They won't know ya like [?] don't know [?] f**ing with me cause everybody know I been getting to it Might be hot to touch with some things but admit to it God be trying to talk to me sometimes I wish I listen to it Wish I did drink to have the excuse the liquor do it Brand new problem, talking to the top tier You can tell yourself what you're feeling right now is not fair But I don't f** with a bar, that ain't how I got here No n***a breathing that gon' tell me my throne is not near, n***a [Verse 2: J Doe] J-Doe, hey listen I'm bout to kick this sh** harder than ever, I'm sorry FIFA I'm wearing snakeskin and leather, I'm sorry PETA I moved on from a top model, yeah I'm sorry Eva And I ain't even off a bottle, I just got a fever Now how should I approach this I gotta step on all these co*k-a-roaches, yeah Inglewood boy, I'm West Coast-in' Which means I know how to move around these vultures Pull up on the scene in that Ferarri I'm tryna leave the scene with Tinashe Ayy shawty come through and say "what up doe?" I be the fliest guy sitting by the front row Flexin' on 'em, yeah welcome gun show Every dude hating, I'm what every woman want though I guess I can deal with that I came from the bottom, look at where I'm chilling at I wrote a song for every singer and I'm k**ing rap Boy you gotta be lame if you ain't feeling that Now let me put that juice on it I heard I gotta leave 'em with that "oohh" moment My pen k**er, no Quentin Miller I been trilla than a chinchilla rocked in 100 degrees Boy it's a hundred of you, it's only one of me So you know I gotta leave them boys with something to see Cold life and it ain't fair boy What you looking at is such a rare story Cause anything in my way I destroy Whole lot of bombs left for me to deploy Oh, you can't sit up at the top cause that's my seat boy J Doe got to go, Bruce Lee, Boy [Verse 3: Raury] Who's the new kid? who's the new kid? Came out of nowhere saying that he's gon' do sh** Talking bout indigoism, that ain't new sh** Wrote and produced his album, that can't be true sh** Since this game is fake man, I hope he don't do sh** Just a rebellious n***a that needs a new kick Hipster slave master, just a plant backed up By the pot we call industry he grew way too fast I'm Making up excuses for why I can't do this I been grinding with my crew since ‘02, I been moving Every club setting, every joint juking Networking pa**ing out my mixtape, I'm gra** rooting And I'm starting from the bottom, still I'm at the bottom Like go and get a ladder with the gat and go and pop 'em Ain't no way that he deserve this cause I'm the one who's working Probably pay somebody out of purse to go and write the verses Americans are lazy because that's how they want us The world is getting worse because they want that sh** to happen To make a new world order, to save a hundred thousand But n***a nah, you don't listen, just turn up that television Keep wishing for those new Jordans, bumping that new Kanye E Pluribus Unum will be the one who really can save Us from the evil of dollars the invisible collars My ego's desires, we burning the fires of hell on earth And you can take offense if I say that there's something wrong I never seen a heaven on Earth I know that's his wish, to blast me from my blasphemous quo But show me heaven and I'll hand you the coat Grab my coat, take a walk To Nirvana, that Shangri La, that place of peace we call heaven I see it, don't blame me now, give me eleven seconds One to pray for forgiveness Two to see Mr. Marley Three to blow down a seven Four to say hey to Malcolm Five to say hey to Martin Six and then I'm departing Seven to take a picture Eight to post it on Twitter Nine to kick it with Hendrix Ten to tell him I'm leaving Eleven you pull the trigger, pull the trigger [Verse 4: Casey Veggies] I reminisce when I was younger Just getting started when it was all about the hunger Sleeping in cla**, dreaming, how long I used to wonder What you doing, youngin in the water doing under You don't hear me though Flirting with girls up in the hallways, young love In high school you said you'd be there always Fast forward a few years, we graduated then we part ways This song got me thinking about the old days See I love to ball but then I love the music I had a choice to make, I swear that it was hard to chose it I had a talent man and no one knew it [?] is something they can hold you to it Then you gotta go and do it with a team like I recruited And I don't hesitate, I had to figure out my f**in' way And all I got is memories from the other days I write my story need another page, yeah [Verse 5: Vince Staples] They tried to k** me in my younger days Eighth grade with the pomade on another wavelength Of the barrel make a brother want to run away We hear it and then you hear a mother lost her son today Me, Slim, Thump, and Fade before they took my brother away Everything I'm rapping really happened where my mother stay Lying in their songs, you felons selling cane Feds tapping all the phones and they never said a thing b**h please, let me breathe, getting sick of all the fakes This a young man race, getting sick of all the greats Back out before you blow your back out, city loving Vince This feel like when the government was giving crack out The most creative, young and innovative I'm from the city where the skinny n***as ride but they never make it Momma told me "Baby, live your life before somebody take it" So I keep a nine cause I plan on keeping mine And you can keep in line, I ain't f**ing with the rules Wise men never win in the company of fools So I'm cool, f** whoever had the better sales or a better year Here to get the record clown, I'm better than whoever here Any day and whatever year I really came from the gang so this game I will never fear Tell Snoop we back and they ain't f**ing with us If they got a problem with that then they can come and k** us Northside Long Beach