Humble Soles - Cypher Lyrics

DJ Clue
Desert Storm (Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Vegas Jones
Roc Nation
The new generation
Let's go

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight, yeah
Boy, and the feeling is nice
Keep it a stack and if it's fact (haha), then that's my main attraction
I'm talkin' racks, man, f*ck her back, she think I lack compassion (what?)
Maybe a fact, but, um-
Too many chances I done took, nigga never said that I looked up
Y'all got me f*cked up, seen they jaw drop, like a bitch when I bust nuts (bah)
I'm goin' Ye crazy, how would you feel, nigga?
I'm closer to Jay-Z, nobody made me
I was clockin' on the daily, now I'm the nigga who pay me, yeah
F*ck a piece of ice, bitch, this a avalanche
I'm all about them O's, that mean my exes never had a chance, nah
Ain't blew up out the blue but if you knew just like I knew, I kept it true
They say I pop like I'm fresh out the can
Look, y'all niggas sweeter than sodas, soft as a sofa, play like controllers
I never needed a holster, we the new Cosa Nostra, told you it's far from over (uh-huh)
Yeah, 'cause they done killed my dog, Keanu Reeves, so f*ck the peace
I'm tryna see who next to bleed, it's in the streets, shh

Man, keep the receipt, the damages been paid
It's laid, ho, I made more waves then pomade (haha?)
Flips like John Blaze, discussin' methods with the clan
All State, Inshallah, the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push a f*ckin' RAV-4?
Nah, that's a double-R, fastest to crash course
She givin' me brain on knowledge is power super
And f*ck the logos, I'm rockin' Canes with the Pumas (worn)
Hop off the porch, when I come back, you know we in them Porsches
911, Feds watchin', but we don't do the pork, bitch, huh
Who you lovin'? What you want to be clutchin'?
Anything, you need it, I got you, my nigga, it's nothin'
Anything I've done for you was out the heart of a lion
Sippin' Lobos, I'm a giant
Lawrence Taylor back online, I'm still defiant (oh-oh)

It's your boy Memphis Bleek right here
Huey V, let's go

Look, you hear that boom, we outside like it's Summer Jam
I signed a deal and went right back to the kitchen 'cause rap was dead
Emory hit me for this tape, like, "My nigga, you're Lazarus" (damn)
'Cause they can stand inside your Pumas, but still can't outstep the kid
If I'm featured on your song, just know they skip past your shit
Biggest of dawgs, I jumped the bar and the gates
I bit a few neighbors, shit on tracks, and ate ya lunch off your plate
Fifty years later, I pop up, got niggas scared to be gangsters
I'm Mr. Arm Leg and Leg, Arm, Head, hammer in my hand (mm-mm, uh)
Arm & Hammer in my Pyrex, do alchemy like magic (phew, damn)
Dirty Glock but it shoot like brand new (huh, huh)
Do what I wanna, you do what you can, nigga (Cluematti)

My name ringin', chain swingin', ex stalkin' (grrah)
More workin' less talkin' checks callin' (yeah)
Not checkers, chess, darlin', left y'all in 2012 (brrt, brrt)
I'ma give 'em plenty hell (bah)
Plenty shells for the opposition (baow, baow)
I ain't have a pot to piss in, but somehow I'm shittin' (ha)
On everybody, scared of who? It ain't no competition (what?)
Not to mention, got extensions, holdin' Scottie Pippens
Try to rob, I'll pop your mental (Dirty Bay)
Sawed off took his face, identified his dental (bah)
And for the record, my only lethal weapon a pencil (pshh)
Or a pen, you won't see me in the pen' (at all)
I'm gone, free in the wind, I beat the beat to the end or I let it breathe (phew, ha)
I gotta go if it ain't about cheddar cheese
We take it to the street but not sesames (ha)
El General with a letter G (gang)
I don't rep brands, they reppin' me (baow, baow)
I'm ridin' dirty dirt, but my record clean (skrrt, bah, bah)
Fentanyl flow, I'ma kill 'em off slow
I'm the realest also (damn), what you really call G.O.A.T. (ayy, yeah)
They can't copy my lines, I got too many barcodes
It's way too easy (ha, ha, phew), F 'em like Baby Weezy

It's BeenDope from the 90's (phew)

Yeah, this shit gross
Really hate the game y'all playin' (it's, ah)
You niggas jokes, I don't weigh in like Damon (ah)
Just mind my business, you know business needs patience (ah)
Won't let you test mine, plenty times had to stretch dimes (ah)
Stretch pennies, distorted by the harder way, shit done led me to murder
I make magic from harder days, turn the pen to a burner (what?)
Burn that shit up, burn it down, and tell me what do you see (woo-woo)
Phoenix risen from the paper, baby, lookin' at me (woo-woo, woo)
Yeah, that was me in the trenches (go), plus A.C. in the trenches (go)
We put OG on the lenses (let's go)
Shout out Beamers and Benzes (boom, go)
Risky, but feed the expenses (let's go)
Need to get deep in the trenches (let's go) just to get free from the trenches (let's go)
OG told me, "Set your goals or they gon' run your life" (facts)
Mixtape Pumas on my soul, I'ma run for life (facts)
It's Nipsey, the marathon show what your hustle like?
It's Ripley's, believe what you like, I'm still the one, goodnight (uh-huh)