XXL 2013 Freshmen Cypher - Part 2

[Verse 1: Kirko Bangz] Say what I'm supposed to say this time Okay I got it, shit I done came down hold up I say roll up, she say my dick nasty I wrap it with a fruit roll up My nigga I'm a soldier I'm lil mama's soldier Riding for all my dogs Riding for all my niggas I'm dirty just like a hog I got to cameras in my face I got the paparazzi Niggas looking at me jewels hanging like a fucking Nazi Uh, how you do it how you rap on that auto tune How you rap and do that auto tune I'm that fucking dude I do this shit I got money up all up in my pockets Money in my roof I'm from the H-town like a fucking rocket I should have used my last flow but now I'm getting better I'm getting cheddar I ain't a rat dog you master Shredder I'm more D'angelo when I be singing on hoes When I be singing it's that young nigga, straight Kirko Coming from the east, of the motherfucking streets I got hoes like dogs see them hoes on my leash Yeah she sucking on me like a flea but I don't have a flea I got a fleece on when it's cold nigga that's for me Yeah coming down styling yeah I'm coming down wildin Could have put me in a jungle do this shit for my uncle Do this shit for my brother and this shit for my sister God damn, do my thing man Do my thing uh [Verse 2: Trinidad Jame$] Ha, ha ha I said god, please forgive our sins Cause what we're about to say might go against the good book It's a shame what rappers got to do Ha, for a good look How you heard a nigga that decepted all his flows He do it for the fame and I do it for the cause I didn't ask for it nigga nigga I was chose Put a lot up in my blunt and them blessings in the sky I put my mama first and keep a smile up on her eyes So call me what you want but a fuck nigga I'll never be I went to hustling in the streets to XXL with my G's bitch Ha [Verse 3: ScHoolBoy Q] My enemies know whats popping, you get it they know what's popping Heat, get it when shots get knocking reloaded and taking shots And he loaded and taking shots at least hollow man be my top 10 Spray a goon and a goblin in shirt maroon Put my white tee a crip musician what I might be Ammunition more than likely More hollow shells in the lobby Left his ass to an IV And left my feeling to a body As mommy cried from the hommie See it clear as Dasani I got the streets all behind me Got these coppers behind me this copper flying then find him Sirens gon need a siren the paramedics done got him Seen whats clear fore they clear See a gangsta when I see a mirror Where you from? then hell appears K bullet hit like a spear Hit the chest than exit your rear Like "damn I never jam" He smoke quick as a gram You niggas soft as a lamb We G ride in Sedans We blam soon as you glance Money murder our plans Kill your home and your fam Rata-tatat-tata-tatat it's like that Uh yeah