Correction Lyrics 2016 XXL Freshman Cypher by 2016 XXL Freshmen class

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Lyrics

Rest in power, it’s all about power
Squeeze two lemons together and really all you’ll have is sour
Diesel, n***as will smoke your a** with half the juice, riding around in a all black coupe, couple of b*t*hes that’s ready to shoot, sh*t
Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping with 40k on us and cigarette b***s
F**king around with the up at you London will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Evergo overload, cranium overdose, then the cascade, what the f**k is the house?
Click I get pout, pictures a wrap, Tierra my witness I pray for her now
Young and I’m restless will turn with the past, clicking that new sh*t, put on the gas, none of you n***as is acting that jam, don’t tee with that new Cyphering cla**
Green gun, particles, turn you into molecules, planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I’ll take you to my panic room

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All these, n***as stealing my style, can I get my flow back? Yeah, bob on that b*t*h like Kodak, yeah, b*t*h you know that, yeah, I’ll push your sh*t old back (Oo Oo)
Told that b*t*h I got money, ay (Oo)
Counting them hunnids, it’s nothing, ay
Told that b*t*h I got money, ay, tell that lil b*t*h that it’s nothing, ay
(Skrrt Skrrt Ta)
Hit that b*t*h right from the back she
Got turkey I knock out that b*t*h like It’s stuffing (Skrrt Skrrt Ta) (Okay)
Yeah, told that lil b*t*h that I’m with it, tell that lil b*t*h that I’m with it, ay, what?
21, Lil Boat, yeah, Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah, Kodak do the most, yeah
Told that lil b*t*h I got all the money, I swear this sh*t is just nothing
I just be dancing right up on that b*t*h,  yeah, what you be stunting?

(Gangsta Brezeel)
Down with no gainer, that boy not my friend
I hang with my gang, this ain’t game to feel all of my pain
When I was struggling through the rain, when I had no guap with no ice
Wasn’t no food but rice, all of these b*t*hes, they want me but they get one night
F**k em’, I don’t give a f**k what you saying, b*t*h n***a know I ain’t playing
I’m bout my fetti, talented armor we ready, f**k up that n***a if he talking too heavy, I’m bout it
Chains on my neck cost me Twenty, look at your diamonds your diamonds look cloudy, they fake
Young n***a in the Gucci stands, f**k with me if you wanna die, young n***a, I don’t want no suit and ties, f**k no, Lil Boat!

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, (Gangsta Brezeel)
I sent my b*t*h to the store cause we ran out of soda (What?)
B*t*h I’m tryna cook this yola (21)
Hunnid round drum at the bottom of that sh*t (doot doot doot doot)
Chop a n***a down like a f**king lawnmower (Grrrrrrr)
AK-47 round my motherf**king shoulder (21)
Pulled up in a rover then I pulled off on a pistol
Pulled up on yo b*t*h she sucked my d**k and then you kissed her (Goddamn!)
Young Savage b*t*h and I don’t play around with them swishers (Huh?)
I just smoked them woods (Yeah!)
B*t*h I’m from the hood (Yeah!)
Zone 6 bought a crashed on you can’t go there
21 gang b*t*h (21 21)
I’m in NYC I think I gotta f**king show them (Yeah!)
Hold up
Rollie on my wrist
Rollie on my b*t*h (What?)
30 on my waist (What?)
30 to your face (Yeah!)
60 to your face (Yeah!)
90 to your face (Yeah!)
That’s a closed case (Yeah!)
You a old n***a
Man you washed up
Young Savage man I got my car washed up
Pulled up in a muthaf**king like a washed uh
The I pulled up in a motherf**king Brink’s truck
21, 21, 21, 21

Now who the f**k picked this lil sorry a** beat
I’m from the ugly corner man them lil sorry a** streets
Damn homie, I’m the one who let yo starving a** eat
You was hungry, I ain’t have to let yo sorry a** eat
My cousin G Wayne got out for manslaughter last week
Gave my dog a buck-fifty that n***a brought me back three
I’m a— n***a broad and get up all in them cheeks ta
They dead fly

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