2012 Pt. 4

2012 BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher 4（Grand Hustle）

Trae tha Truth / Chip / Iggy Azalea / B.o.B / T.I.

Tip, give me the beat, let me crash 'em like I was reckless

This cypher used to be rap, now it's thuggin' fresh out of Texas

Focused soon as I'm speaking, no sleeping like they was restless

I demand to be respected guess haters ain't get that message

Now they got theyself a problem, call him king of the state

The only option is take they plate, dinner finished

Tell 'em they late, like Weezy the way I skate on glass

Paint wood as a Laker, I ain't the ref, tell 'em I'm ranked legendary

2pac, and they see me

I'm built like that, for real like that

Been ten plus, I'm still that like, with steel like that

Dope fiend wrist, covered in packs, multiple rocks

Step inside my garage I can disappear multiple tops

Tell 'em it's ABN, you can find us on multiple blocks

Rollie, PK, and Hublot, rolling through multiple clocks

I'm classic, this year I'm on fire, somebody fan me

Next season gon' be repeated like the Heat in Miami

Genius

Ay yo Tip, talkin' to ya tough

Delivery and flow, but ain't sayin' too much

It's London, boy, wassup

Suicidal flow, I let it bang myself

You'd be the best in the building if I hang myself

Come on, these days everybody's Al Capone, they got a

Lex and jewels but doesn't own they homes

So you can tell these sucka niggas, take they Roley's home

Now everybody stunts until they break a bone

Come on, go against the team Tip'll give you the drop

That's red dots to your frame, no berry Ciroc

See the rhymes are tight, and this ain't my prime yet

So keep your whack bars I'll dissect your dialect

Dunno what you're coming for I'm coming for the papes

Al-Qaeda, I'mma blow up in the States

I don't play fair I play foul, so who's up next?

No mercy, I'm killing everything, including the ref

Look, the game's heir apparent

Paparazzi's following stalkin' for shit I'm wearing, huh

Young Iggy I'm stuntin' while bitches frontin'

If I'm not your competition, what you mad for... nothing?

Normally I'm no subliminal criminal

But you get famous if I say your name in the interviews

So I mean it when I say I hope they never remember you

So you finally realize that we're not that into you

Look, I'm back to the murda bizness

I'm killing the competition

So stuntin' is just a given position

To get a win and go dancing is a sin

Flow on the next level, lifestyle Rolex bezel and

The accent just sound like racks spent

I'm that sick, Rosé and Saks 5th

I-A, ie. I'm that bitch

Tip heard it one time and said "that's that shit"

Oh, ahead of my time?

I'm a step ahead of myself

My crypt say "Dig a hole and bury yourself"

Mike Tyson Louis, I got various belts

She say she wanna fuck my swag and marry my wealth

You see, my crew worth half your life, watch worth half a mil

That's why you niggas getting run through like a Madden drill

Ya'll ain't on my level, no, ya'll ain't even half as ill

I kill you little bitches like the morning-after pill

Don't try my squad, we'll expose your identity

We all know you softer than a bowl of after-dinner mints

Coat from Tokyo, my jacket is an immigrant

That's who your girl thirstier than third-world villages

Mentally, I am absurd, I understand, my life is a blur

You might be concerned I'm as high as a bird remembering things that didn't occur

Don't make no sense to flex like this

They call me master cuz' they scared when I pull out my whip

Make them acknowledge I'm the hottest at making hip being modest

Demolish hater's egos by being honest, you garbage

Bugatis and Ferraris, throw Maseratis to strippers

Maybach's in my garages and Rovers I'm so official

I guess I'll put an end to the rumors and speculation

Ay, Tip ain't nothing to play with, king, no conversation

Whoever drop a song and get poppin', congratulations

But I'm livin' what I'm sayin', stay in heavy demand

A one-man wrecking crew, one-man-band

Fully automatic Mac, let 'em have it, one hand

One stack of hundreds, fifty rack, one rubber band

Hundred million dollar check, on the jet parleyin'

On the way to Tahiti 'cuz my girl wanna tan

Yeen' gotta rock wit' it but your girl understand

Trouble man, everywhere I land, hustle game homeboy

Our whole team hustle grand