G.I.M Cypher 1

I hop on this bitch and all you fuckers in trouble
I came here to body like I jumped in a rumble
That 40 go pow but you still get this knuckle
Yo girl in my crib and you know she unbuckle
I'm digging her out like I came with a shovel
She getting this piece like I'm doing a puzzle
These rappers be soft all they do is just mumble
They selling they soul and they claim that that humble
So I keep about 2 and you know they a couple
They shooting they shots and you know they ain't missing
They hit in you're mouth and you guys be kissing
I be in that shit like these feigns keep mixing
These drugs
But I don't do that
I be wavey like I put on a du rag
I live in the Stu cause I'm chasing da bag
Dunk on these beats like Shaq did way back
I'm Kobe with 8 and 2-3 like Lebron
I be wet with these buckets you know that it's on
I be blowing up nigga you think ima bomb
100s and 50s all up in my pocket
Puss niggas talking I run up with rocket
I'm spitting shit that is very so toxic
Been in the game and I'm making a profit
GIM up but you down like a comet
We coming up next like someone with vomit
Gucci mixed with the Louie supreme
Securing the bag yeah I iced out the team
Fuck with the squad you get hit with the beam
Lay a nigga down like he off of the lean
Yo girl in my bed she catching this cream

They call this the land of enchantment
Funny cuz it's meth labs and cactus
Albs notorious for crackheads
Errbody edgy due to addicts
Dudes still carrying automatics
I'm steady rappin, it's no antics
No actin, selectin statik
This that brown magic
Step to me, Tim will leave the mood tragic
Ready to shoot he don't need practice
Straight from the hip it's reaction
Take off yo roof then we dashin
Calm but I will do some damage
Socks wit the birks that's my fashion
Spiritual dude n I'm tapped in
Riding this wave got a crew full of captains
Ten toes on this ship it won't be abandoned

Young little pup but im going to the top
Ganna be getting like way too much guap
Delivering bars and they coming non-stop
Secure me a bag and then imma pop
Bringing the fire like a fucking napalm
Yea I'm blowing up, like a fucking A bomb
Spittin this shit and there ain't no comp
We blasting in the speakers like the intercom
We flying like a plane now they all wanna come
Me and GIM yea we banging like a drum
Yea we be having fun making all you look dumb
If I was a dad that means you all my sons
Bars so cold bet you thought i had the flu
Whole team on the beat... And these dreams coming true
Going in motion we shooting for the stars
Making loony tunes like some fucking monstars
Timmy be grinding boutta cop a double R
Cypher 1 complete, and you know that shit went hard

All I do is make the speakers knock
In the Stu instead of the block
Time the only thing that we got
Each day another tick tock
So I disperse the crack rock
With the vibrations ands sounds
Lyrical Blet best pound for pound
Always keep ten on the ground
Going in motion I built that
Poetry found in the filth rap
Over heads no headscratch
Itching for some more cash
Helping the ones who collect scrap
As well as the ones who raised me
Not to be lazy not to be shady
But to eat these beats so tasty
Heatin yeast crumbling pastries
Thank god this was placed in
My life cause music saved me
My voice ferments barley
To stumble the affect left
From my bars see
Or the stool tummy queasy
Talkin my shit I'm releasing bl.E.T bl.E.T