2011 Pt. 1

Welcome to the cypher!

Myself, K-Mac, Ace Hood and the Tyga

It's the cypher, let's go

Moment of silence for this beat that I'm about to kill

And all you rappers signed a suicidal deal

No hard feelings pimping, it's what authentic is

Month old denims thirty grand in the steel

Sleeping on me I put gas in your Nyquil

Getting money while your pockets on the diet pill

Flow knock 'em cold out like Benadryl

Glock cold fourteen, call it Emmett Till

Yeah billionaire it's a state of mind

Thats the Rollie on thankful for these good times

Michael Corleone back when he was in his prime

That's how I'm feeling while I'm fucking my new Spanish dime

Damn, and you can tell I'm on another level

He think he better then I? He get the J letter

Yeah jumped in jack be a trend setter

You lookin' at the best how you doing, it's a pleasure

I'm at the top like high note killing for survival

Jeffery Dahmer - I'ma slaughter every beat that I'm on

Ya'll was sleeping on me so I had to turn the lights on

My pockets swollen, I should put some ice on

Shout to Breezy coulda never did this shit alone

Like potty training, coulda never did this shit alone

If we ain't the best to do this then this shit was wrong

Sicker than HIV I guess that mean I'm full-blown

And of course I'm speaking metaphorically

Living Fantastic I wonder if there's Four of me

This is just a sample so if you want more of me

You have to rewind time unless the microphone recording me

K-Mac rhyming on the payback, the truth will set you free so I'ma testify and say that

Ballin' like a preacher catch me rolling in my Maybach

Shining cause I blew myself up, Arab

Look at me now, my dogs said we gon' be rich one day

But I'm Anfernee, I did things the Hardaway

Easy Bake, fast cake

Rearrange your vertebra

Try like a murder case, you gon' need ice skates

Thin ice, I be icier than a winter lake

Oh you, copied my swag, well you a little late

Prolly make more when I'm gone, Mike J

Smooth Criminal, sweet bass I call it Sade

Why you staring so long, what your eyes gay

Money talk so I just walk and let it translate

You ain't fucking with me I don't fornicate

I just let her taste-test than I let my kids chase

Young Money Cash Money dollars, big face

So when you talk new rappers don't compare me

I'ma last king we don't talk rappers if it ain't YMCMB

They said I was down for the count let's make them eat they words

And if it's beef well sweet I make them bite the curb

This probation got me walking on the straight and narrow

I'm takin' shots in the club just likes it's double barrel

Come on live through what I been through

This media so fucked up that's why I don't do no interviews

And I ain't gotta break shit but I bend the rules

I skateboard, kick-flip right in my pool

With two hundred model chicks, super gettin' loose

They just want a big dick, did I say that? Oops

Ha, oh my, oh my where's my manners

Pardon me for this grammar, this Virginia country grammar

Goin' nuts like some Planter's, man, my chain feel like a anchor

When I told you to use your head, I ain't want you to be no thinker

Fresher than a mothafucka, yeah, you got your stink up