XXL Freshmen 2017 Cypher - Part 1

[Verse 1: KYLE] Super Kyle flew into the scene Vowing to vanquish all deadbeat daddies And niggas with too many chains, okay Don't got no gold but my record is platinum So picture perfect I don't need a caption I don't give a fuck 'bout how long you been rappin' Got flow so old I could spit 'em in Latin My nigga, what's happenin'? The only thing you blowin' up is a mattress I'm in the studio making a classic Shouldn't you niggas be playing in traffic or buying Supreme? Doing your thing? You know? Saving up money for lean? Y'all put this game on easy as hell I play this shit on incredibly hard K.I.D., K.I.D, fire-spitting kid nigga, you know me De-de-destroy everything I do, attack, kill everything I see Super duper, doggy dooder Shout out to Jesus, that's my shooter Bad bitches in my kitchen cooking food like I live at Hooters Off of Red Bull and a coffee FedEx office niggas just copies, huh? Niggas watch too much boxing Don't get NyQuil'd tryna be Rocky, nah Believe me nigga, sleep every single day With a bow bow boom bink, carry him away 16, butane, who a nigga flamed? Any MC, RIP, niggas getting slayed Super duper saber-toothed dooder, bite yo' ass in half Packin' thunder, doin' Matrix numbers like it's basic math Hey, flow is like a double play, none of you niggas is safe Making these hits, every time I step to the plate I biggity biggity bang, boom, bow Niggas can't fuck with me now, doin' shit they don't know how Doin' it better, makin' yo' girl get wetter I think I'ma start sellin' towels It's amazing, speech impediment and they still feel what I'm sayin' Can't explain it, I just hop on stage and everyone gets rabies Yeah, find you a bed, lil' nigga fall back That ain't this, bruh, this ain't that My white friends are so damn cool They all look like they half-black Get this record recommended skipping on the Benjis Been everywhere except last Shit, gotta pick up a plaque, see you later, gotta blast [Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Lifestyle on the road, sheesh Used to always want a Rollie Now I want a new two-tone gold Patek Damn, but we couldn't go to Philippe's I had to be on that corner until it was morning So me and my niggas could eat I be the one with the sauce, I never thought it was sweet I got my foot in the door, they never gave me the key I had to turn to a ki Even when I was boy, I was the man in the streets I was the man with the heat, I was a beast, sheesh He had her heart, but she tried to give it to me Damn, but she can't keep no fuckin' promises Shit, I'm comin' with a lot of money Money comes with a lot of shit Told Mo, "Bring the studio to everywhere we go" And that's a lot of hits Slo-mo in my videos when the lights out and all my diamonds hit Somethin' 'bout blue faces, I like money conversations Whole lot of 20's, that's basic, nigga fuck it, I'm shameless Can't fuck with a snitch nigga, if you get caught don't say shit Have you ever met another nigga like me? I bet you won't say shit, I went from rags to riches I bagged the bitches that gave me the straight face I hit the baddest bitches It's sad, but I had to curve 'em the same day I treated them bad, I wouldn't be mad If I was to get treated the same way So treat me the same way [Verse 3: Aminé] Shout out Sonny Digital Vultures at the altar, tell the pastor to watch his back My girl said she wanted change and then she got a quarterback Well, damn, I ain't no football player But I hit it harder than a football player The girl of my dreams just became a girl Well, we can talk about that later Honeymoon to yo' hometown; bitch, you broke now Your mama ask about me almost every week We can speak in tongues, talking 'bout forever hold your peace I said "Peace, please hurry up and kiss so I can eat" Tootsie Roll on yo' tippy toe So much soul that my soul got soul Your auntie and uncle, they love me All your bridesmaids wanna fuck me The groom look like a broom, and it make me ha ha ha Girl, I could have been yo' Pap and you be my Remy Ma [Outro: Aminé & KYLE] Swag God damn! Damn, bam