YounggSteelo - 214 Cypher Lyrics

In my city, it get gritty, you can't say nobody's safe
Young niggas fourteen, a touch of head about to pape
This ain't no zoo, this shit a jungle, niggas loose like detonate
How the f*ck is you a killer, you up a pole aint bust a grape
I've been seeing that shit coming, slimy niggas couldn't wait
And you is not no kin to me, or 214, we can't relate
And please watch the signature, cause we'll throw it in your face
You see them two fingers stuck together, bitch, we're not the fake
Niggas can't keep it real, but they really love to fake
If I run and play, nigga, I can't leave a trace
Niggas fake, kick it with you and be smiling in your face
Bitches only told me happy birthday for the cake
Bitches only told me happy birthday for the
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Let me come on this shit different
Boy when I'm really hot, I make a call and get you missin
Divide all the pleasure from the business partition
You ain't never heard of YounggSteelo, come listen
Dropping off bows every time like it's Christmas
Tryna make it home every night, that's the mission
Rooftop mission, niggas go to dissin
Open up the top, niggas go to blicking
Stacking green like a peter and I ain't talking about Griffin
I want a f*cking ball on the court like a piston
Bitch, I'm gon' make it, I can't lose sight of the mission
Just watch they f*cking actions when you down to switch positions
A different f*cking pattern, gotta have that recognition
If you don't keep the grass low, how you gon' hear the snakes hissing
Had to change that getting money shit into my first amendment
What the f*ck I gotta speak for just to damn count digits
Bro say wake up, use the phone just to punch six digits
I need my f*cking net worth six plus two, get it
But niggas really never do
Same niggas don't share my shit, saying Trulla hit the stu
It's time to pop it, niggas stop it
You know you can't get in the booth
I don't give a f*ck if I'm the option
Cause a nigga speak the truth, shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All right
Asian bitch gave me dumb brain, London tipton
Brody, he a blood, but his pockets stay crippin
Feeling like I'm Spongebob, I can show you how to flip it
Brody said, don't wait too long, nigga, go ahead and rip it
He ain't do too well in school, but he can count his digits
Like four, five, six, I can make a nigga give it up
That nigga out of gas, I'ma make a nigga fill him up
Send his bitch for bait, then I'll make that bitch reel it up
Ayy, let me make it clear like crystal
Streets aint the same, better pack a f*cking pistol
Hating over money like, what's your f*cking issue
Niggas fat-mouthing what you trying to get into
All in this lil' bitch mouth like dental
Brain so retarded, I think the bitch mental
Sorry if I f*cked, baby, I ain't really meant to
I'll say your name and a song if I diss you
We could put the guns down, nigga, hold on, hold on
Road running for the money, paper chasing Haitian
Why you acting like you bout it stop fake bangin
They visualizing, mesmerizing, of these pictures panting
Say I'm the shit, but I ain't coming, out a nigga anus
One false move, I can make some pussy niggas famous
Classic operation, make a pussy nigga brainless
Give you head what, bitch, do you know what my name is
Steelo be the name they know me, how my chain swinging
I'll kill em with Adidas and these Nikes on
My whole fit from Italy, everything pricey on me
In a room full of niggas feeling all alone
Bet you know the hoes gon' bite, give a dog a bone
I bust a left and bust a right, if them crackers on me
I'm going ham for the cheese, nigga, f*ck Baloney
Swear the real turn fake, niggas exposed on me
Put a burner on his ass, make him do the hokey pokey
Young nigga, 24, and his pockets crippin
19 on my hip with a Scottie pimpin
Noddin' off on the drink, my lady told me quit from sippin
I can't love a hoe, but this one shit got a nigga simpin
Early morning, on point, the whole gang rippin
Tryna stuff my right pocket, left won't fit it
I'ma throw my man to peace if I can't get a cent in
Told my mama, pray for me, cause every day a nigga sinnin
You aint change, times change, and the people in it
Niggas ain't really got a goal, they just chasing image
Be off the net, so they be lurking, tryna see I'm winning
Ain't worry about him on the road, tryna get a tinted
Brought the plug, so much devices, he drop his percentage
How the f*ck you ain't made no cheese, do you know they printed
The gang is slinging back to back like we was f*cking Krillin
And think that catch a nigga slipping, I'll get the pillin
Brody want him gone, got a lo, know his whereabouts
I can still go up ten, nigga, in the global drought
If it ain't for gang, I can't do it, I won't even hold you
Rule number one, don't let a nigga think that he hoed you
Brody got the glitch, 50-50, spittin' all the platos
Remember late nights, we ain't have shit, now we poppin' bottles
Of course we touched up on the scene, we ain't never diddy boppin
Bad bitches all up on my body, I can't get them off me