XXL Freshmen 2016 Cypher - Part 3

[Verse 1: Dave East] If you heard it from me, you oughta know it's the truth I'm Dominican, play the Cuban when I go in the booth Hustle and flow, all I did was hustle and sell From the trap straight to XXL, I shoulda been here Cigar smoke, Valentino designer swimwear Eating swordfish, Balenciaga, like ten pair Fashion talk, reminiscin' when I had to walk First Ave to Lenox, handle business, knock the package off I told Nas I got the Prezi 'fore the album drop Sour got me zonin' really thinking what got Malcolm shot Basquiat when it comes to art, you lyin' still Lookin' for The Wiz when it come to heart, I won't buy it If you a man, know that men stand up Like my mother's mom fell, I had to pick grams up Sports, drugs, and entertainment made me hit Cam up I'm in Bermuda with a cougar gettin' my tan up, Harlem [Verse 2: G Herbo] G Herbo, you know me I guess that I'm a freshman now but I've been an OG It's okay 'cause all my life it's been someone before me It always takes someone to step up, say I'm one and only I just been rollin', smokin', let 'em off and kill 'em softly I used to rap for fun but now I'm gettin' guacamole Niggas wan' know me, bitches wan' stop and blow me Haters wan' see me clapped up, leave a nigga holey I watched them shells hit his back up, let 'em kill him slowly Them hollows'll straighten his act up, leave a nigga Holy Hallelujah, disrespect me, boy, I gotta do ya I ride with shooters, got 'em shooting and still, I’m a shooter Don't do it, look, in 2015, all I did was get cream Every other day 10K, like MJ, I need six rings You foul-ass niggas hate but that shit ain't working Went down my first year in the finals just like Kyrie Irving Dropped out of school, ain't take no finals, I was smokin' Urban Hopped out the van with fo nem reeking that's that nigga Herbert Catch me in homeroom sleeping I was off the syrup and I kept a pocket full of faces they knew I was swervin' Police in my city racist stopped me on the curb and Question me, start makin' accusations of my character Ask why I carry so much money nigga this America Diamonds shining, chains on tryna' add my karats up Know they daughter love my music, fuck around and marry her Tryna put me in a cell man them white folks scared of us I got them white folks on me now, them white folks takin' care of us Vito, Fazo on me, nah, white folks told me nah My homies tatted on me, I told Kobe hold me down Two 40s, one for me and Cap, that's when I roll around Just stay lowkey I don't wanna have to- nobody down