West Orlando Cypher Pt. 1 lyrics

[Intro: LPB Poody]
Yeah
Come on, man
Lightpole in this b*tch
Yeah

[Verse 1: LPB Poody]
I ain't talkin' 'bout a b*tch, I'm all about a check
Hoes wanna pay me just so they could drop they neck
It's gettin' hot, but I think these hoes tryna sweat
Until they free my n*ggas, I'ma scream free the set
I been stolo slidin' for 'em, pull up in a foreign
I'm the hottest, ever since a jit, I been the warmest
Stayin' low, be on my grind, duckin' all these warrants
Oh, sh*t, there go my PO, pull up in a Taurus
I been in and out of trouble, goin' cell to cell
Had a lil' beef with a few n*ggas, we went shell for shell
And if I ever catch a body, I'll never tell
I'm tryna make it out the hood so just wish me well
The devil, he been on my back causin' a lotta hell
I'm seventeen, still tryna get away from 12
Spiderman in the trap, workin' with the scales
I ain't tryna hit no lick, I got this weed to sell
Tony Hawk, I like to grind, I be on the rail
n*ggas be scared of the police, they be actin' frail
The state offer you a deal, you f*ck around and bail
n*gga pus*y low-key, but actin' tough as hell
I'm on a mission for them Benjis, tryna make it out
These n*ggas hatin on the low, they wanna take my spot
But I ain't goin' out like that, they gotta take me out
Can't even trust 'em no more, got me debatin' now
They was ballin', I was on the bleachers waitin' out
I get down on my knees and ask the Lord why
Poppin' pills 'cause my heart full of pain now
Mari gone, man, this sh*t don't feel the same now
R.I.P. Mari, lost my n*gga at an early age
Go to thinkin' 'bout you and it put me in a rage
Them people treat me like a monkey, threw me in the cage
I was locked down in my cell for twenty-one days
And when you gone, people show they true colors, that's a shame
Kinda thinkin' they was only 'round for the fame
I be runnin', I be chasin' down them money trains
Stackin' coin until I got a bag full of change
I do me and keep it cool, stay in my own lane
This rap sh*t get too sweet, it's like a sugarcane
And when I die, they better bury me in Balmains
'Cause if I get them record deals, it's a ball game
Come on, man
[Interlude: 9lokkNine]
Ball game, yeah, it's over with, ayy, come on, ayy
Ball game, you know it, jit, yeah, uh, ayy
Hold up, lil' Nine gon' rap some sh*t, ayy, uh, ayy
And they know it' jit
Ayy, I be goin' dumb on anything, yeah, uh, yeah
Married to the game, no wedding ring, yeah, uh
Uh, ayy, yeah, she go insane, uh, ayy
Hold on, check this out, look

[Verse 2: 9lokkNine]
They say I'm the one, I ain't talkin' T. McGrady
Motherf*ck an Eminem, all you Orlando rappers shady
I caught him by the 5th, I told the pus*y boy to fade me
If it ain't Poody or Lil Hot, don't believe it, it's fugazi, uh
Nine, boy, you trippin', I forgot 'bout OD too
And jit don't want no pressure, all that beef sh*t be stew
40 holdin' thirty, let this b*tch do what it do
I wanna hit the ho, but I don't wanna hit the poot, uh
Uh, 'cause when I'm snappin' how I'm rappin', I'm the truth, uh
Ayy, and all that rappers say, that duck come 'fore the goose, uh
Ayy, it ain't no feelings, I just wanna get in your coop, uh
Ayy, and when I hit it, I'ma quit it, let it loose, uh
Ayy, that ho a runner, four-by-one, she ran the crew, uh
Ayy, ain't talkin' Listerine, talk crazy, I'm at your tooth, uh
Ayy, that boy, he apple pie, he sweet just like some fruit, uh
Ayy, lil' Poody jumped right on the beat and he went stup', uh
Ayy, yeah
[Interlude: 9lokkNine & Pig the Gemini]
Ayy, come on, man, yeah
You know, you know what time it is, n*gga
n*gga, 9lokkNine, n*gga [?] right in my ear, brr
I'm on all that, b*tch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Alright, we gon' let the beat breathe just for a lil' bit
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse 3: Pig the Gemini]
You want me to starve, but I'm gon' eat regardless
I can't f*ck with you lil' peons, my heart golden solid, yeah
Few my n*ggas ride just like a f*ckin' Harley, yeah
I get fly, that b*tch asked me where I departed from
Do not run up on me, get left at the party, yeah
When it come to Pig, lil' Trey gon' go retarded, yeah
I don't play no mind games, bust his noggin
PJ stankin' up my spot just like a f*ckin' garbage, yeah
Ayy, ayy, I can't f*ck with these lil' n*ggas, we not on the same page
You not trappin', you just cappin', don't be out here catchin' plays
Road runnin', Crash Bandicoot, I got road rage
Runnin' up the interstate for them f*ckin' blue thangs, ayy
Holes in my pants, matches burnin' on me, yeah
Wounds in my back are from my closest homie, yeah
But that's on me, I shouldn't've put my trust in them, yeah
Pain in my eyes and you can see the blood in them
n*gga, I'm drippin' heavy, naw, you can't catch my drift
n*gga, I don't want your lettuce, uh, I'm [?]
I still play for Rob, but they denied my blood appeal
Thirty years at seventeen, b*tch, that's like overkill
b*tch, I beat my felony, so I still tote my steel
Even if I got convicted, still was gonna tote it still
Ayy, bro, I'm poppin' sh*t for real like a seal
[?] sh*t for real, b*tch, f*ck a deal
[Verse 4: Lakeside Quan]
Cuffin' what? Cuffin' who? How you beef without tools?
Gorilla, monkey out the zoo, still come up in the stu'
I ain't gon' speak, that's too soon, I was clutchin' in school
How he caught twelve? Watch the news, she runnin' game, he a fool
I ain't sh*t without my n*ggas, yeah [?] same skrilla
I told my b*tch that I ain't feel her, I was f*ckin' off a jigga
I told my n*gga go back 'cause I'ma smoke him like a Black
Might tit for tat with the nat, I bumped a brat for a rack
Ayy, that was then and that was that, might give 'em nine like a cat
Want me to sign, but I ain't rat, we hit the back, took the flat
Ayy, yeah
b*tch, you know that I ain't done, ayy, yeah
I with Multi, yeah, choppin' up with Don, ayy
Took your bond and now you gotta wear a bond, ayy
I ain't hidin' like the sun, ayy
I ain't got to win, b*tch, I already won, yeah
I ain't got to win, b*tch, I won, ayy