Furlow - I-35 Cypher Lyrics

Young Furlow, like white boy with fur coat
Thrift shop white boy, Joe cool Burrow
Everything that I say, so thorough
Everything I say, inferno
Make you wanna, yeah it makes you wanna listen
6-5-5-6, tell me what's the difference
It's all the same when you standin' on business
Yeah, you can feel when it switches

Switch up like off days on vacay I don't pay attention what they say
It's going down like Mayday
Every time I come outside know it's payday
D-A-L-A-U-S The boys do it the best
We don't walk around stressed
We ain't tryna impress
It don't take much for me to express
That the boy been blessed, ayy

Look, I been Dallas, out to Austin with it
I put a hundred thousand miles on a Honda Civic
I put a hundred thousand dollars on my son tuition
What I'm tryna say, by the time I'm done
But shit, for now I'm livin'
Look, I been up and down 35
I been ridin' dirty in a dirty ride
Shawty mind dirty, said she tryna see
If a nigga circumcised
You a clown, turn it to a circus ride
6th Street in a big T, came from Big T
Triple D, I'm with Trey G, hope you 18
23 if you came for me
Hope you like to play, girl, cause I got a team
Know you tryna stay, girl, but I gotta leave
Take you where I stay, girl, it feel like a dream
Know we in the A, girl, it take me like three
Hours to get back home
Hit me when you make it to the D
It's Cush

Look, I'm so in tune with my inner peace
Quiet nigga, but I still feed the inner beast
Better come correct or get split from your energies
Meditate and use your noggin as a centerpiece
Sleeping on bars like I'm sleeping on the industry
A Gemini and all I ever see is me and me
Only competition, I can never beat is inner me
The nigga that I used to be is now enemy
Redhead, dreadhead, best motherf*ckin' dressed
Rap nigga, that nigga best from the Middle West
Still got a cousin, put a strap to your buddy chest
Smiled at his girl from the stage, now buddy stressed
Furlow, Cush, and Q, came to manifest
Pockets big enough to dress the same way that hammer dress
Can't touch, hands off, Q is never pressed
Treated clowns diss track like a lil' jest
Laugh a little life is short, now take a lil' breath
We gon' take the whole pie, you can have the rest
Came a long way from a little, I need a little left
To take my girl to get a bag and a lil' dress
Something she can wear while we cruise in a lil' jet
Mile high, face down, girl, do your best
Spend the whole summer doin' dope shit in Bucharest
Standin' on my business, feel like I been puttin' shoes to neck
Q

In the A, I held it down, yeah, this my birthplace
I'm out in Austin 5-1-Second, but I'm first place
I bet I home run that pussy, it ain't first base
Ayy, why you think they f*ckin' with us in the first place
Ayy, look, let's keep it factual
I can't do no fractions, my average is out the avenue
Numbers is out the neighborhood
F*ck it, let's take it global
Now when he round the locals, he lookin' like he a mogul
I'm movin' like I'm immortal
Baby callin' me heaven sent, treat the ho like it's cordial
Scoot her out the mix, I can trade her like Damon Portland
Hit me if it's profit, if not, then it ain't important
I woke up lookin' gorgeous, my plan to ball is enormous
It cost to be the boss, you niggas cannot afford it
Y'all advice is gettin' voided
If you ain't did it how we done it, then the talkin' is just noise
Texas made niggas, but the world is finna know us, that's for realski
Me and all my homies on the kill streak
Drop this on they head and now the real ones gon' feel me
Did this shit so big, it ain't too much that's gon' belittle me
Popper on the ass, niggas movin' like it's Little League
I literally got G-shit, that's all in my identity
Look at all I did, this shit ballin' with intensity
I'm walkin' in my purpose, all this shit I do intentionally
Got this shit on lock in the A to the triple D,
It's Soulja