Fge Cypher Pt. 8

All I know is

Bodies like a morgue, tags like a store

If they want a war, bitch, it's Rambo 4

Pistols under pillows, pistols in the drawers

Though I'm one hell of a  artist, this won't be a draw

I'm that **** like Django, tryna let the pain go

Withdraws wrapped in them bands like Franklin sprained an ankle

I'm hip hop like a Kangol, why these rappers rainbow?

I'm a stepper dancer with my AK like the tango

Put **** in they place like assigned seats

So fuckin' gargoyle, bitch, I came from the concrete

If I don't go suit up and release venom from inside me

I'ma put them numbers on your face like a time piece

They gon' pray 'bout it all, Lord, they wait on my fall

See, I'll serve over the net, but I don't play volleyball

These **** stay by the farm, they brought hate to the barn

They wrestlin' with the pigs, I mean they lay with the law

It's a cold game like hockey, ****

Cold world like J. Cole and full of false prophets, ****

Learned I had to watch what I say from John Gotti, ****

And that my flow hold power like tsunamis, ****

Catch the wave, I'm tired, it's FGE to the grave

But I'm fly, I been resurrected, I elevate

Need my lime like I'm sippin' tequila up in the shade

Got the juice, but just know the shit wasn't minute maid, Talley!

FGE in this bitch, man, y'all know how I'm comin'

T-shit

I come from the bottom, that's how I know I'm the shit

Look in the mirror, it's true

It's fuck the law, 'cause once you're cuffed in the cage

Or your hands crossed in a suit

And fuck them ****, 'cause you know they feelin' the same, but low-key, police too

I'm on a mission, they say it's impossible

Don't hit the gas, like Tom, I cruise

Just bein' patient, see **** hatin', yeah, read 'em like articles

Watch out for hoes, tryna finesse, fuck 'em like sex, they all some fools

Think what you wanna, pullin' me like a Transformer

Run up, you gon' be a goner

Sing like Madonna, it's for protection, your honor

Mac can be safe like a condom

Slide on that condom, I beat that pussy like Rhonda

We in here hot, like a sauna

She said I'm different, just like genres

And you can't see me, just like Wakanda

I'm raw, undertaker, Brock Lesnar, Dwayne Johnson

I don't care what your response is, I go third quarter, Clay Thompson

I remember flippin' packs on the phone, like a app

I need paper, even scraps, ain't no time to relax

Bumpy road, I fell off like a **** had collapsed

Broski 'n them had my back, hold me down like a snap

Bad breaks, how I grind, stolen watch, it take time

Longer than it take five, hope you hit waistline

Killin' beats, Jason, it's the fuckin' eighth time

And you **** really bitches talkin' like a date line

Yeah, I'm a fly guy, shorty, come fuck with the real

Pop it like a pill, she gon' let me bend and drill

'96 Chevy, keep a stick behind the wheel

Packer, on that Green Bay just like the field

Clique Clan, FGE shit, ****

Let me in on the rappin' debate

I'm the one with the capital take

**** ain't have what it take, I gave 'em a hand, they got slapped in the face

Now I got racks in the safe and a otter box

No more crackin' the case

Anybody ever got in my way is roadkill

I ain't havin' no brakes

Hoes still don't be actin' they age

I'm gettin' neck in the back of the Range

From two hoes, that's Dracula fangs

I'm Cujo to a cat in the cage, they lyin' in they bars

It's the alignin' of stars, shit I heard that's what it take

You a rat in a cage, I'm a rattle a snake

Cut the grass low, I keep a bag in the wait

I'm a asshole when I ask 'em to pay

But the cash flow all that matters today

In the field with a sack, I'm attackin'

If they in the field with the bag, and threw a flag on the play

I'm the illest with rap and the last of the great

Prettiest man with a tat on my face

Two K's, man, we ain't finna play

Keep each artist with a strap in the waist

No habla, I'm with a Chicana, the pussy is aqua, I hear the chihuahua

The lady a gaggle, the baby a gaga

She callin' me daddy, she hated her father

You **** be actin', I ain't with the drama

The tool in my jacket's what make it a bomber

The dudes in the back of me made me a monster

I may be a bastard, but thanks to my mama I'm calmer

'Case mama seen a few black empires

And my papa weasel, like a jack-in-box

'Bout to find a diva with some Apple stock

Apple on her back like a Macintosh

Clique clan, know I got the socks

Throw the boots on and the camouflage

Silencers make the loudest shots say 'tss-tss' we don't shadow box

Real shit, **** cap a lot, talkin' big shit, that's caps lock

**** this shit like crack rock

'Cause if you 'bout me, you hit the jack pot

'Cause my team got it padlocked, be the star player or the mascot

Throw the mask on, take the last shot now

The money growin', it's a cash crop ****

Tayk, Clique Clan, FGE shit man

Rap god of G shit, you already know what it is man

Thinkin' 'bout my kids, that's what motivates me and wakes me up

Immune to satisfaction, can't let success make me lazier

My son just FaceTimed me, I'm told him, "I'm on my way to ya"

That .40 cal be on me whenever I pick my babies up

I'm ballin' while I'm schoolin' them, I'm professor Xavier

I don't play no games in these tracks, this ain't a stadium

Your homies gonna scramble as soon as I Tom Brady ya

I'm why they RIPin' they shirts like Hulkamania

Slide down on 'em with two sticks like I'm skiin'

Forty hold the dick when it aim, like it's peein'

I will cook a ****, it don't matter the season

Don't talk beef if you ain't tryna meet like a vegan

Like fake lashes, I got these bitches' eyes glued

They ain't the truth, ain't you tired of bein' lied to?

Life's a roller coaster, who told you that this ride's smooth

You say it's God's plan, but then put yourself up in God's shoes

Why would I send my message through men who can twist up letters

Why would I let my kids get raped when I could switch the level?

Why would I send my kids to burn when I've got somethin' better?

Why would I sacrifice my son when I could have whatever?

My lyrics thunder, I make 'em wonder, "did God write this?"

'Cause every joint that I drop tighter than arthritis

The ungrateful's too young to be catchin' Alzheimer's

You disrespectin', you'll get the coffin, no bronchitis, God