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Vintage 07

by Cypher Clique

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Shooting Shots 03:25
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] You think you ballin' cause you got a blog You think you ballin' cause you got a blog Ain't nobody fuckin' with me Them fuck boys just said that they fuckin' with me Man it's nothing to me man I'm something to see man Ain't nobody fuckin' with me [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] My motivation is niggas hatin' without a placement Trynna be adjacent without a statement they lackin' patience These fuckin' rappers are fuckin' actors, I'm fuckin' dapper Legacy ahead of me nigga so I be adding chapters I'm locomotive running, I keep my motor running He kill them records like them motherfuckers old him something These niggas junkies on the low, I heard he sold him something Cops is on the block but best believe he never told em nothing You just a goofy ass, slap you in your kufi ass, thinking like a movie ass, sweeter than a smoothie ass nigga You're fuckin' with a god not a moody as nigga I could pop her if I spot her cause ya moody ass with her I'm kissin' kitten, I ain't a dog though I'm pullin' bitches, pullin' bitches like a dog show You hate yourself you think you're ballin' on a blog though This ain't a fairy tale my nigga, we can't all blow [Hook: Mic Anthony] I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down [Verse 2: James Major] We're mobbin' thru the city, studio gettin' busy Can step up in the booth, more car tunes than Disney These haters on my body, I shake em off with the shimmy I remenices on the days, they questioned me like "Who is he"? It's okay, you know J, your records gettin' no play Watch me in the booth going in like a snow day Catch me on the scene, vintage tee with some clean butters Your crew trynna follow the wave, your whole team suckers So fall back, I can rip apart your clique We keep it pushing while you're struggling to start your whip And we put a lot in music but your heart is missed It's a beat down track getting stomped and kicked I'm incredible, doing things you never do Focused on the revenue, and the road ahead of you Baby I'm a monster, put me on a pedalstool Started off at level 2, something that you never knew [Hook: Mic Anthony] I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down [Verse 3: Relay] I got these nonbelievers into superstition God body flow, might as well study two religions Withouth the supervision, cause on the mic I'm so devoted If that don't ring a bell, find a new addition Got verses for days, fans love rehearsing my phrase, even got mami's surfing the wave Out in the Cali for a personal stay, can hit the turf or the bay With designer shades, shirt, and some J's At the level where it's two stacks to occupy, bout to meet a broad with some huge racks and olive eyes Lamborghini tester, cost a few packs to try and drive Bought it all to life with the crew back at FireFly Local hate but I ain't bother ninja I'm just leading by example might as well be your father figure I felt the drama for a sharper picture We're the fade gang, better switch your guards like some barber clippers [Hook: Mic Anthony] I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now? You roll up baby girl windows roll down
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Stoop Kid 03:56
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[Intro: Erich Gillespie] Born on the block... He was born on the block... yeah [Hook: Erich Gillespie] That day when Stoop kid came out to mob And I was doing my job We called lil just for the drop They pulled up on us no problems Got a problem? Not a problem Got an issue? What's your issue? If I light this, they won't miss you Stoop kid born on the block Boy just got from 10 the shop No job but work in his sock They pulled up on him with problems Lotta drama lotta issues A lot of commas riding with you On my mom they won't forget you [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] I got the hand on my handle, I mean I scramble like Randal; Cunningham And I got the gun in hand Make fuck boys ghost, do the running man Bopped at the drop by the cops Hope the gun'll jam Got the pot in my sock, I don't milly rock Crack in the back, 9-5 south, Philly spot Damn, Philly spot getting really hot Phones getting tapped, it's a wrap, now it's silly hot Dear mama, I ain't for the drama Still for the beef so I still keep a lama Tripping off the liq blowing zips of the ganja Keep a white girl, white girl like Madonna You know I want you here one day I really hope one day you stay [Bridge: Erich Gillespie] Stoop kid, I'm a come alive in the night time Stoop kid, I can see me banging at the right time Stoop kid, so what you want to fight mine? You wanna see this fucking genius get a lifetime? Stoop kid, see me in the sky like where the kites fly Stoop kid, see me on the prowl like when you swipe right When you fraud it gets shady The only thing that I remember that day was... [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Stoop kid came out to mob And I was doing my job Some young bul snitched on the drop They pulled up on us no problems [Bridge 2: Erich Gillespie] Give me that twice if you're hype for the sweep spot Give me that back on a bike with a G-shock All if that jazz, all the drums, all the C sets I'm a go stunt, they ain't been to the east yet [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Stoop kid came out to mob And I was doing my job Some young bul snitched on the drop They pulled up on us no problems [Bridge 3: Erich Gillespie] Give me that twice if you're hype for the sweep spot Give me that back on a bike with a G-shock All if that jazz, all the drums, all the C sets I'm a go stunt, they ain't been to the east yet [Verse 2: James Major] He keep a the roc like Jay and a Glock by the handle Went to Chicago to cop some Ye samples Plus, he's known to over stay with a Mac And he smoke mad weed, just blazed thru a pack Had the stolen juelz and we had the cam footage At the spot where he went rock, had the pans cookin' Wait, he ain't the only one with the funds Had other niggas with him, those were his young guns [Verse 3: Relay] Got him now, no getting away All that dope dealing stuff, yeah we dead it today Thinking he a big shot, bagging all the yola Put him cuffs, now I'm bound to meet quota Posted on the stoop, gotta get a little closer Standing in the front, let me creep by the shoulder Dressed undercover so I caught him by surprise He said a couple things while I looked in his eyes [Distorted voice] [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Stoop kid born on the block Boy just got 10 from the shop No job but work in his sock They pulled up on him with problems [Bridge 4: Erich Gillespie] Give me that twice if you're hype for the sweep spot Give me that back on a bike with a G-shock All if that jazz, all the drums, all the C sets I'm a go stunt, they ain't been to the east yet [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Stoop kid born on the block Boy just got 10 from the shop No job but work in his sock They pulled up on him with problems [Bridge 5: Erich Gillespie] Give me that twice if you're hype for the sweep spot Give me that back on a bike with a G-shock All if that jazz, all the drums, all the C sets I'm a go stunt, they ain't been to the east yet
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Verydirect 03:44
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] This is very direct, I'm at your neck like a motherfucker shootin' a tech at the vet, with no threats (4 x) [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] I am a passionate man, more than a flash and a pan Yall niggas trash to a can, I need that cash in advance Yall niggas takin' it slow, Yall niggas fakin' the flow I get a break and blow, meaning I take it and goooo baby You know I'm on the road baby I'm hittin' swisher, kissin' bitches, doin' shows baby That subtweetin' ain't necessary Niggas know you local and everyone know I'm legendary And what these niggas doin' is fabricatin' and bullshitin' Mimicking my moves but wasn't even in school spittin' Up and comer rappers got identity crisis and wanna kill me like I'm ISIS Cause I said I'm the nicest, got damn But all we do is pray for em, or light a J for em Or let em disappear, we never got the hate for em All we do is pray for em, or light a J for em UPS is hiring there's always better ways for em [Hook: Mic Anthony] At the top it's just us nigga, I don't trust niggas So it's fuck niggas, ridin' on the bus niggas I'm on my bullshit, niggas got a full clip These niggas on the lean, leanin' like the pulpit Mic check one two when I come thru I get chopped like it's motherfuckin' kung fu These niggas talk shit, but I'm bout shit Niggas talk fresh but ain't fresher than their outfits [Verse 2: James Major] We're coming up trynna make a name, fly no paper plane Stunt, niggas take your chain, F what a haters sayin' Cause with a red sign still never stoppin' me Honor me, I drop jewels like botch robberies Dollar and a dream, pen thoughts for the lottery I win while you're 007 like Sean Connery Money in the future, I see it no psychology Good thing going, your team ain't that strong to me You see I murder it, I'll never play the victim You think you're in the house so I guess we gon evict em Or Mike Vick em, which means we get you dudes out of here Bubble coat outer wear, homie this is our year When the temp drops, now we gotta change spots In Atlanta cause we're trynna get the name hot You're lame stop, you're messing up the vibes Folding like beach chairs when pressure has arrived [Hook: Mic Anthony] At the top it's just us nigga, I don't trust niggas So it's fuck niggas, ridin' on the bus niggas I'm on my bullshit, niggas got a full clip These niggas on the lean, leanin' like the pulpit Mic check one two when I come thru I get chopped like it's motherfuckin' kung fu These niggas talk shit, but I'm bout shit Niggas talk fresh but ain't fresher than their outfits [Verse 3: Relay] Crying for attention, I can see the desperation Paying to perform due to lack of demonstration Get an open mic, swear it's cause for celebration Thinking Instagram likes equals dedication Never left the coast yet they feel the need to boast Swear yall making moves, must be higher than your hopes While we in and out of panels, conversations with the host At the Hilton 30 floors, that's the reason for a toast Back in my city they're cuffin' hard, the simpin' shows Gassed up, I'm just waiting til your piston blows Men love a pretty face, even if it's missing goals Worshiping the ground of these birds, guess they're pigeon toed A pedastool is where I'll never place em, you lames date em That dip, you still chase em Hopeless in fact, when it's focus you lack Set your dreams back just to have her in a snap [Hook: Mic Anthony] At the top it's just us nigga, I don't trust niggas So it's fuck niggas, ridin' on the bus niggas I'm on my bullshit, niggas got a full clip These niggas on the lean, leanin' like the pulpit Mic check one two when I come thru I get chopped like it's motherfuckin' kung fu These niggas talk shit, but I'm bout shit Niggas talk fresh but ain't fresher than their outfits
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Trust The Process 03:42
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] I don't know man (Seen her. Seen ya. Seen em) I think that white man gave me a Reggie blunt (Seen em. I saw her. {Quick laugh}) The bars came out though I seen ya lady, she was singin' along I seen ya lady, she was singin' along I saw your homies, they was singin' along Saw everybody, they was singin' along [Intro Verse: E] Start like, head shots to the man that's in office Never fake plot if I planned it, it's flawless I'm her man, you're abandoned, an orphan Took her to the sand, so I swam like a dolphin I understand your pops ran on his offspring Fam with me, gang not the man for the bullshit Mama wanna see me spoil it This that shit, they like aww [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] I'm a rhyming ape, you niggas should hibernate Pussies get to dippin' I can show you how a tiger skate You elementary, I could rhyme a century Livin' cause I'm legend and I do it cause it's meant to be We get it in for free, you get it in for fees Payin' to perform ain't the norm, ain't no empathy I'm blowin' up again, want it in a fast way Other niggas wash like tide, gain, and cascade [Hook: E] If they put me on the song then it's gotta be the hottest They're like "damn, geeze, is he ever modest?" Goddess, made a kiss on my side bitch Drip like a faucet, feds steady watching I'm trynna get us home but my bro keep on wylin' (Instrumental and ad-lib) We don't do the gossip I do what I want, when I do it's a profit [Verse 2: Mic Anthony] I want the finer things, green like the lima bean Smoke then I stroke, high notes make vagina sing I ain't a classy nigga, just a nasty nigga I'm trynna bend the bad chics like a action figure She like the way I'm livin' though, I hit her with that give and go And if you ain't do it to death. Then what you in it fo? My meditation is elevation, I'm super fire You niggas listen to bullshitters and super liars [Hook: E] If they put me on the track then it's gotta be the hottest I'm like "No bitch, no I'm never modest" You high you got your L and you ain't trynna just the process Rumbling for problem, feds steady watching I'm trynna get us home but my bro keep on wylin' (Instrumental) Mama want me spoil it We do what I want, when I do it's a profit [Verse 3: James Major] Ya'll niggas better know the name, hearts on novacane Leg work, feel it in your calves like I roll with James Now I'm in an open lane, shootin' for the stars And you couldn't raise arms like you niggas had a shoulder sprain Switchin' lanes, so I'm in and out of traffic All I wanna do is just vibe with a bad chic Your girl want, me to give her balls like a bad pitch You couldn't hit, or land those Like the magic [Verse: Relay] I ain't with the chatter, trynna climb the ladder Crib by the shore, more plates than a batter Competition lurking, but I see they playin' possum Idaho flow, tell your boys he's a problem Nice with the wordplay, sick and the verbs cray Brown thing, tell her throw it back like Thursday Shawty on my jock cause the flow straight butter Now she wanna kcik it got me feelin' like a punter [Hook: E] If they put me on the track then it's gotta be the hottest I'm like "No bitch, no I'm never modest" You high you got your L and you ain't trynna just the process Rumbling for problem, feds steady watching I'm trynna get us home but my bro keep on wylin' (Instrumental) Mama want me spoil it We do what I want, when I do it's a profit If they put me on the track then it's gotta be the hottest I'm like "No bitch, no I'm never modest" You high you got your L and you ain't trynna just the process Rumbling for problem, feds steady watching I'm trynna get us home but my bro keep on wylin' (Instrumental) Mama want me spoil it We do what I want, when I do it's a profit
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Cute Chick 02:55
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] Don't be a weirdo. Just don't be a weird nigga. Don't be a weird woman. Nah mean. These are weird times we're livin' in but we gotta get it in. Nah mean. I'm trynna get them dividends like a young Eminem. Nah mean. I'm spittin' to him, them, and them. Ya'll ain't ready for nothing [Rambling: Mic Anthony] [Hook: Mic Anthony] She a cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Then I hit two chicks, then it got stupid Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Know we ain't crew chick, doin' what it do chick Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Then I hit two chicks, then it got stupid Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Know we ain't crew chick, doin' what it do chick [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] If you knew better you'd know better, the hoes clever It's a cold world NY fall with no sweater It's a cold world like J Cole and Dreamville I hit it once, now she lookin' for a refill I hit it twice now she lookin' for a rewind Then I fell back, I ain't hit it up three times And they be sayin' I ain't suppose to brag These other niggas double zero like Ostertag And I be working like a Mexican, I heard the pretty women texting him Because they wanna get next to him I heard they wanna have sex with him And keep it cordial, they be fuckin' like they best of friends I'm gettin' blown like a cigarette, they up at Bubba's gettin' nigga fresh I'm on the road, I'm a bigger threat And they be sayin' I ain't suppose to brag But I be rappin' with the rappers that the posters had [Verse 2: James Major] Wait, let me do it for the culture No sir, won't stop til it's over Flow so nice better throw down ice But you rap cats stay under me like a coaster Go so hard and you know what the code was No ain't playin', bad chicks on the sofa Take me where I wanna go like a chauffeur Need a pot of gold I ain't talkin' bout a clover Now I'm trynna be loungin' Coppin' clothes no longer browsin' Hater want us out drowin' But we sit em down like it's counselin' I'm on top like a toupee Playin' 2K on a Tuesday This a new wave, and you dudes lame Ya'll take shots, here's a few straight [Hook: Mic Anthony] Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Then I hit two chicks, then it got stupid Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Know we ain't crew chick, doin' what it do chick Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Then I hit two chicks, then it got stupid Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Know we ain't crew chick, doin' what it do chick Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Then I hit two chicks, then it got stupid Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Know we ain't crew chick, doin' what it do chick Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Then I hit two chicks, then it got stupid Cute chick, she be lookin' like my new chick Know we ain't crew chick, doin' what it do chick [Verse 3: Relay] Setting all the trends, yeah we icons Bad chick sitting on the nylon Picture perfect, better grab the Nikon Showtime, you can see the lights on Baby girl wanna ride, get a bus pass Beard fits well with the mustache Fame in the game, yeah I must have Ski trip style, trynna touch racks I am the one and you busters are simpletons Been had the drive, ya'll should stop in at Michelin "Take me away" what your wifey been whisperin' Gave her the D like I lived out in Michigan [Verse 4: Mic Anthony] Damn, what these niggas really want from me? It never mattered cause these niggas can't fuck with me These niggas rappin' cause they're lonely, need company I keep it rachet like the tooly, keep the pump with me
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Mini Golf 03:50
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] Gotta get that paper though, gotta get that paper though Gotta get that paper though, gotta get that paper though Gotta get that paper though, gotta get that paper though [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] You ain't gotta be a fan to fuck A lot of women out here can't handle us I mean, a lot of nights get scandalous But I be lookin' for the head like dandruff I mean I, I mean I, I mean your man can cuff But he don't even really put you in his plans enough But we could puff with a plan to touch cause I'm a stand up guy when I'm standing up And I'm a god like Islam, middle east with a big bomb, porn star with a thick jawn Every time that I rip the shit, the math gotta be legit like arithmetics And I ain't even wanna hit the chick but the game spit quick when I sip the 5th I'm the man of the hour, man with the power Your man over there but your man is a coward [Hook: Mic Anthony] Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass (Repeat 4x) [Verse 2: Relay] Place your bets we takin' cash checks, legend here, we aiming past vets Bring it live, killin' mad sets, food for thought no need to fast yet Got it set in stone, Aztecs I want it all from bread to assets That new money, need the bag fresh Workin' hard so do I brag? Yes Listen I'm not for the games, I need the money and fame Property all in my name, baddy I call her my dame Beauty, can't forget brains Foreign whip down to Range, Cuban Links all in the chain Shows from Portland to Maine, youngin' just doin' his thing Makin' some change, I ain't ashamed (Check it) Dog I be flowin' so chill, grindin' like it's in my will Doin' it just for the thrill, and because I'm who they feel Homie you can't be for real, hate cause you ain't on the bill Oh that's the reason you grill? Watch me as I get the mils [Hook: Mic Anthony] Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass (Repeat 4x) [Verse 3: James Major] You rockin' with some of the best, coming up next Bet we're the ones you expect Told you I'm done with rest Music up loud, bass that could bump in your chest Now we're demanding respect Roll in the whip, so we can land in a jet Watch me damage your set Shinin' like I got grands on my neck Bout to kill the whole summer Sun down to the sun up Mess around and get done up Extra life we got one up Girls kick it like I'm Messi Queens they love me especially But I'm so gone til next week Told yall can't check me [Hook: Mic Anthony] Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass Get this money, get this bag Play that record, ima hit that ass (Repeat 4x)
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Fake Love Songs 03:24
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] I said I like it when you come around, but you be given me the run around She fuckin' Kappas, she be sleepin' cause I'm underground I'm coming up again these niggas always wonder how Plus I got another shawty, droppin' in another mouth I said I like it when you come around, but you be given me the run around She fuckin' Kappas, she be sleepin' cause I'm underground I'm coming up again these niggas always wonder how Plus I got another shawty, droppin' in another mouth [Hook: Mic Anthony] You're so emotional, you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional, you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] Love is a word, I mean love is a verb And I don't see her like I should but she lovin' the curve I got a rack from the freak show, I got a stack for the deep throat I got a pack but I need blow Just kiddin' never given em writtens And everything is off the top when I be spittin' to women I'm in the zone now, I mean I really wanna bone now I be on the road, more love than my hometown Damn baby, I thought I was your man baby I thought your mama and my mama wanted grandbabies I'm so demanding maybe I don't understand ladies I'm on tour, you ain't really in the plan lately And I don't miss her man, I wrote miss her more Back in 2012 probably ask what it was hittin' for I'm a new man the motherfuckin' shit changed Used to call me baby now she call me by my nickname [Hook: Mic Anthony] You're so emotional, you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional, you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional [Verse 2: James Major] Clean look, been dope since 07 The fans know my words, they quote with no Reverend Got no time to stay, no time to play You can't clock my moves, my time today I'm at the table with the family drunk off Dusse Got food and liquor, shout out to Lupe She only hit me cause I'm winnin', I can't respect that So you can't be surprised if you don't get a text back [Verse 3: Relay] She knows that I'm trynna get my bands up Probably why she wanna keep me handcuff Every time I'm gone she complaining Talkin' bout I never spend them days in Girl you know I'm workin' for a better life So every time we link it's a special night You know my is the fragrance All a dude need is some patience [Hook: Mic Anthony] You're so emotional, you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional, you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional You're so emotional, you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional, you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional So emotional you know me baby girl, I ain't emotional
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Niggas & Girls (Skit) 00:28
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] We're doing it from the top [Mic Anthony] Every time that you see me, I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls [Mic Anthony] Every time that I'm poppin, I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls [Mic Anthony] Every time that I'm drinking, I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls [Mic Anthony] Every time that I'm dancing, I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls [Mic Anthony] Every time that I'm lampin', I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls [Mic Anthony] Every time that I'm riding, I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls [Mic Anthony] Every time that I'm driving, I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls [Mic Anthony] And I was out here biking, I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls [Mic Anthony] And if I was out here fighting, I'm with [Relay, James Major, Jon Cambry] Niggas & girls
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Girls Trip feat Sir Michael Rocks 04:08
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Reality Only feat Mickey Factz 04:08
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[Intro: Jon Matthews] And now... coming to the stage New York... Delaware Cypher Clique... Mickey Factz It's a moment [Intro Verse: James Major] They wanna ride the wave and I know why Alabama flow cause these niggas all roll tide Trynna get fly like I, requires more spendin' Don't worry boys we got it covered no (?) [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] Big money like draft day, no roaches in my ash tray She neck it while she rollin' up trees, we just call that shit giraffe head You can't pass me, even at a pitstop I ain't got a wristwatch but time goin' ticktock And I been hot, niggas shoulda been dropped I be with the women head spinnin' like a disc jock And what I need a weapon for? Condoms on my dresser drawer I don't ever sweat her so my presence never stress her more Lookin' for a Sicamore, plus I'm never sick of whores Fetish for the lettuce what the fuck you think I'm in it for I'm disrespecful every time that I spit But we the only ones that's movin' so they all on my dick I mean, such a predicament for rappers spittn' gibberish They frontin' on the internet but niggas know we livin' it Plus every time I spit they know it's a wrap The Clique is movin' locomotive plus we spittin' with Factz (Gimmie dap) [Bridge: James Major) No we won't stop Started from the bottom now we made it to the top I'm a bad boy so I feel like the Lox But I got the juice so I'm feelin' like Pac [Hook: Mic Anthony] And we could get it poppin' All night long And we'll be reefer coppin' All night long She said that she ain't droppin' All night long I guess that we ain't stoppin; All night long [Verse 2: Mickey Factz] I take them lemons life yeah Wanna get to heaven right where Christ live Look at where I'm headed it's decisive Pray I don't get beheaded like the ISIS Every move priceless, checkmate, Bobby Fisher head case Ridin' til the wheels fall off up in this bread chase Feelin' like a fed case, facing life No it ain't a game I'm in dead space, runnin' in a death race My legs straight, get cake on a pave path Take it for what it is never remain mad Spend money, save cash that the bank have My name framed in glass for all this paid stash It could be bumpy it could be rocky I don't think that I'm lucky so I ain't cocky Road blocks trynna stop me in my mazzi Tires a tight end, no Jeremy Shockey [Bridge: James Major) No we won't stop Started from the bottom now we made it to the top I'm a bad boy so I feel like the Lox But I got the juice so I'm feelin' like Pac [Hook: Mic Anthony] And we could get it poppin' All night long And we'll be reefer coppin' All night long She said that she ain't droppin' All night long I guess that we ain't stoppin; All night long [Verse 3: Relay] Coppin' on the spot cause I'm makin' bands While you squealin' to the merchant for a payment plan Whole team in the boardroom, shaking hands Sippin' Moet, while they're serving steak and lamb Goin' over plots, to take us to the top In many different spots, you with it or you not As soon as we sign on the dotted, we gon' do it big like Wallace Different presidents inside the pockets Nowadays we gettin' chauffeured around Guzzling Crown, loungin' while we roll thru the town Taking pics with the fans, do it gig for a grand Need a list of demands before I spit for the fans Then it's showtime, hit em with my dope lines The way I flow lines, bet I'll get a cosign Or a bad chic, finer than some old wine Cause of my platinum thoughts, keep your gold mine [Bridge: James Major) No we won't stop Started from the bottom now we made it to the top I'm a bad boy so I feel like the Lox But I got the juice so I'm feelin' like Pac [Hook: Mic Anthony] And we could get it poppin' All night long And we'll be reefer coppin' All night long She said that she ain't droppin' All night long I guess that we ain't stoppin; All night long
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Commercial Flights 03:36
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[Intro: Mic Anthony} Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out End that shit. End that tape. End it on some super cool shit. It's them Clique boys. Them make hit boys, dope since 07 [Bridge: Mic Anthony] I see you living it up baby This life is never enough for me You could be sippin' a cup baby Or even lighting a blunt for me But I'm just saying what's up baby You know this music's a crutch for me That's why I'm saying what's up baby And you ain't gettin' no love from em... I gotta go [Verse 1: James Major] I said I need myself a dime like 5 times 2 Let me ride by you, with a high rise view If you think I'm slowing down, well I'm not that dude I'ma stay on my grind, so you got that? (Cool) I'm a psycho, painting the picture that's in my life though Wrongs turn to rights though, shine like a light pole They wanna frame a nigga, I just hope you get the right pose Why these niggas knocking us? Your girl on my stick like a hockey puck Try to copy us and get homied up Kill any rapper, you can call this the morgue flow You're stand in, they clap for a nigga like award shows Style, can't afford those You understand me clown? I'm too original, your whole style hand me down Same guy, still whip a grey Nissan Hold the lil uzi vert, leave your guts neon [Bridge: Mic Anthony] I see you living it up baby This life is never enough for me You could be sippin' a cup baby Or even lighting a blunt for me But I'm just saying what's up baby You know this music's a crutch for me That's why I'm saying what's up baby And you ain't gettin' no love from em... I gotta go [Hook: Mic Anthony] Ooooooohooo (I gotta go) Ooooooohooo (I gotta go) Ooooooohooo (I gotta go) Ooooooohooo (I gotta go) [Verse 2: Relay] Eff a showcase, won't see me stressing to pay Festivals and big tour's where they send me to play I ain't home alone but you can call me Kevin today Cause brother I got a buzz like Devin Ratray Used to make moves cooped up in the Alantra Now it's mad flights all thanks to my entendre With a nice chick, type thick, named Lashonda Out in Ghana, mob style, wine and lasagna Lampin', massages on the hands and the feet Neck full of stones and I brought sand to the beach The benefits of life when we're all in agreement You can have attention, I'd rather get achievements Rule number 1, only move when convenient Killing it for so long my nickname's bereavement Vision 20/20 with hindsight So we all gonna see the limelight [Bridge: Mic Anthony] I see you living it up baby This life is never enough for me You could be sippin' a cup baby Or even lighting a blunt for me But I'm just saying what's up baby You know this music's a crutch for me That's why I'm saying what's up baby And you ain't gettin' no love from em... I gotta go [Hook: Mic Anthony] Ooooooohooo (I gotta go) Ooooooohooo (I gotta go) Ooooooohooo (I gotta go) Ooooooohooo (I gotta go)
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2 Days Off feat Jon Cambry 03:02
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] Yeah niggas came a long way dog From the Natty Daddy's dog Now I'm just trynna fuck a baddy, and have her call me daddy And I'm crazy... But you knew that And I hate these rappers (Let me hear that) I can't believe you bitches date these rappers Check me out though [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] Mad vices, life is priceless I think I'm the nicest on mic devices and I get it in every time that I get it in Drinkin' every night cause the world that we livin' in Don't play fair, I got a 8th here Liq for the chics so the crib like a daycare I ain't baby sitting shit though Me and my niggas in the party trynna hit ho... Hold up, I was trippin' a little But really hope we get to fuckin' cause we're kissin' a little I could do it on the regular, I mean I wanted you instead of her And ain't nobody do it better bruh I ain't livin' for the weekend, I just love it when the week end So we gotta let the freaks in Baby girl know my game is sick I made the thirst tape but everyone is dangerous (yeah) [Hook: Jon Cambry] Drinking all night, we just trynna live Women in the cut, we just trynna live We got 2 days off to do anything we want and we don't give a fuck, we just trynna live Bottles on the counter baby, take a sip And you ain't worried bout your man he ain't real as this So let's turn this thing up til the early morning And someone pass the patron, we just trynna live [Verse 2: Relay] Got me Remy in my cup Bottles on deck and there's plenty in the trunk Before I hit the spot, yo I'm heavy in the pub Drink of the night, shot of Henney for a buck Pulled up seen the crew with babes Chillin' in the cut with the brew and haze Lookin' like money, yeah this dude is paid I'm on my fly ish, rockin; trus and J's It's all love at the kickback, we got em all don't worry where the chics at Seen a bad one grindin' and her hips fat Trynna give her the bone without the nick nack We could do what you want It's all yours girls yeah, girl go head flaunt We both doin' wrong, now we gonna make it right So all we gotta do is take flight Alright? Hook: Jon Cambry] Drinking all night, we just trynna live Women in the cut, we just trynna live We got 2 days off to do anything we want and we don't give a fuck, we just trynna live Bottles on the counter baby, take a sip And you ain't worried bout your man he ain't real as this So let's turn this thing up til the early morning And someone pass the patron, we just trynna live [Verse 3: James Major] It's lit, you ain't gotta ask around It's the young nigga with the platinum sound They wanna copy my style and fax it now We sell nothin' but seats go pass the crown Lemme chill just trynna' relax, with a bad model chic who's fine in the black Got a little Dusse, red wine in the back When they see you grind to the baseline of a track And I make it do what it does If you see our crew show us love Bad chics, there's few in the cut No tellin' what they'd do for a buck I'm focused, look my mind is straight Trynna make it to the top no time to waste Nigga this my spot better find your place I'm a rhythmin' ape that out rhymes the greats (Major) Hook: Jon Cambry] Drinking all night, we just trynna live Women in the cut, we just trynna live We got 2 days off to do anything we want and we don't give a fuck, we just trynna live Bottles on the counter baby, take a sip And you ain't worried bout your man he ain't real as this So let's turn this thing up til the early morning And someone pass the patron, we just trynna live

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