lirik lagu cyhi the prynce - huey
[intro]
how real is this?
cyhi!!
[verse 1: cyhi the prynce]
i’m from where them hammers rung
in atlanta’s slums
pop a n-gga sit and wait for the ambulance to come
i know if you a shooter by the way you handlin’ the gun
gamble and your done
sh-lls burn like candles in the sun
i’m not a fan of gun violence
nor having a strap but get popped once
and i swear that you’ll be scramblin’ for one
but our plans was to get funds and skate off the set
so i mix the kush with the dro, to make all my weight stretch
i’m from where the dudes rob and argue all day about
who’s the best mc? cyhi, stacks or t.i
while d-gg-n’ the gbi
my bad i love jeezy
but i’m still the best to ever do it and i ain’t even put a cd out
so the next time you say the a ain’t got no lyricists
i just think you ain’t got enough taste for this exquisite sh-t
my verses are like leviticus to the underprivileged
i make music for the world
you make music for a stripper-b-tch-n-gga
[hook: cyhi the prynce]
black leather beret cap era
guns at your capitol take it to that measure
it’s huey n-gga it’s huey n-gga
never been a victim, a rebel against the system
lames wanna diss him and women just wanna kiss him
it’s huey n-gga it’s huey n-gga
[verse 2: cyhi the prynce]
this that god flow, what they nailed jesus to the cross for
and he came back three days after he died flow
this pablo, talkin’ to kids in chicago
mob flow, this that midget new jersey drive flow
side note, i wrote this rap with my eyes closed
bravo, cause it came out clean as the mosque floor
costco, hoes sellin’ they tw-t for a car note
benihanas and roscoe’s
pic-sso, nas mixed with a pac flow
rappers can’t stand me, this that grammy nod flow
let me stop though, cause i’m goin’ digital with the syllables
cyhi the prynce, and i’m royalty like residuals
these hoes score me they suppose to be hospitable
when they in the house with a n-gga that’s not typical
this not fictional, i run this b-tch like ellipticals
can’t another rapper come out of atlanta if he not lyrical
[hook]
[verse 3: king louie]
this that chiraq where out of towners die at
i advise you book your flight now and fly back
gangland, banged in, what you claim fam
box chevy’s, foreigns, buck 50 flow
young n-ggas got b-tches at the 50 tho
50 pack done good drop off 50 more
my city rough but i made it in it
trap house look like it’s where canes invented
trust n0body even friends look got hate up in it
riding dirty with your b-tch smoking “wait a minute”
la gon’ ride with drillinois and decatur in it
n-ggas snitching i’m like way to win it
n-gga looking like a state defendant
my 4 door look like a 2 door
my 2 door look like a 4 door
i’m cuttin’ up call me zorro
hit him and his mans, get ’em a body bag
gimme a track and i’ma body that
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