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kyle beats cypher | dallas, tx - kyle beats collective lyrics

[verse 1: shy]
real n*gga said i’m authentic
if you talk a lot then i park in it
i give a f to your false sentence
and i stop the track when i cross rivers
baby back got an arch in it
like baby pictures said i’m awww in it
in the hood more than car engines
you beating me it’s just a tall midget
it’s on the map but i don’t go there
floor sharp as chipped toenails
i leave you leaking like slow air
if not firestone i’m taking no l’s
timbs on i go hardaway
more hoes than a garden rake i motherf*ck on mother’s day
but i’ll pop yo ass on father’s day
n*ggas know i’m on it
like a fugitive i’m wanted
numbers on yo hеad exponents
and thesе the brothers that’s talking
they want beef i turn arby’s i’m in that double r like sorry
bend that ass northwest like kanye
rest in peace to leandre, shout out to deandre
hold it down lil andre
they eye me sideways
i k!ll, eat and let the crime pay, go hard as a jail lunch line tray just don’t tempt me like yah sides fade
who the muhf*kin ruler
n*gga who the muhf*kin coolest
are we done yet ice cube it
and these b*tches legs spread like rumors
everything that glitters i tutored, got joes on my stick like flutes i’m turnt to the max like glutes
before i hump yo b*tch it’s tuesday i’m fond of the fact y’all nonfiction, ain’t too many of y’all down here
y’all big x and ot, but ain’t too many y’all round here
i’m a sumter baby mooneyham baby
lil something something here and there baby
and all my n*ggas coming with me calf muscles big how they run the city shy
[verse 2: kenny gemini]
rolling stone and i enjoy the ride
in the moment i ain’t pressed for time
if you know that you a ticket holder
you ain’t gotta worry bout who next in line
put my feet up and i press recline
tryna listen to the me inside
but the only time i let him speak
is when i press record and then i press rewind
freeze frame for a victory
ten minutes for some peace of mind
found the true me after struggling
so the ls are kkinda hard to hide
cool calm but i’m impatient
these palms have been waiting
to get full off ben franklin’s
even they say trust in god
i don’t cry less, i call my momma
feeling down then i hold my kids
if there’s smoke then i call patna
you know myron just like my kin
we ain’t gotta have things in common
but at least have some common sense
i stopped tripping bout politicking
and boy i ain’t had a problem since
who are you that i’d pay attention
nuff time tryna pay the rent
why tell you bout a dub
if you gon hate when i say i did
holy, holy what i represent
that’s definite
so i worry less about my story
more important what my message is
[verse 3: siahthylegend]
call me cee dee finna take it to the endzone
baby it’s the legend himself no rando
i see all the snakes tryin’ dress in the camo
highkey flexin’ on them soprano
baby i’m never gonna degenerate
can’t go toe to toe with anyone who duplicates
they do a 404 man i do an 808
can’t go halfway man i go all the way (whoa)
how my numbers higher than my gpa
still in high school tryin’ be the great
every rapper that i’m gon’ disintegrate
tell ’em all that they needa pray
amen, amen, i finna go win again, again
i got my faith in the lion’s den
brother just look at the numbers i ain’t been in slumber
i just been on ten, on ten
kyle just sent the beat, now i decapitate instrumentals huh
yeshua walking with me thats the reason i’m successful yuh
ahorita mi tiempo, huh, yeah, ahorita mi tiempo, huh, yeah
ahorita mi tiempo, huh, yeah, ahorita mi tiempo huh, yeah, less go
yeah, still not a rapper i’ma minister
if you call me a rapper then at least don’t call me secular
spirit’s in the room i think it’s turning up the temperature
only 17 but i don’t qualify for amateur
yeah i got generational wealth to build
i said that this is for my fam until my fulfilled
and if i ever sign it’s all going to venezuela
i’m dom toretto with it anythin for la familia
i’m carrying chh and the next gen right on my shoulder
i’m next to kin to heavenonearth and man it’s getting closer
and if indie tribe. ever recruits i guess that i’m a soldier
we bringin’ christ within the industry that’s full disclosure
and lord forgive me of all the times i was in secrecy
talking behind my brothers back and all in immaturity
but let’s bring back the unity no hatred and community
if we all part of the body why are we doing business fruitlessly
i pray the lord influence thee i’m calling y’all truthfully
chh y’all are not beating up demons brutally
bring back a true theology that’s coming in it musically
if chh is cringey then i guess i’m not buffoonery
[verse 4: adrian butler]
lord have mercy
i prolly will sin before this ends
the pride within may hit surface like a rash on skin
if i give it time, then it will heal and then seep back within
so let’s bring end to this sin now before this cypher begins
adrion your gift is a gift, it ain’t a throne or blimp
please use it wisely, don’t forget the reason this gift exists
not to bring glory to you
but to tell the story of who created the stars and the moon
the galaxies and the fish
you not good enough, you not the reason you made it
your consistency shows that god gave you strength to sustain it
amazing looks like filthy rags next to elohim
el shadai emmanuel the king and lord of everything
ugh
ok it’s back to these bars, i’m a repeat offender lyrically gifted, my verses feel like a shopping center
cuz they been bought with a price and sin was the vendor
i used to eat with the devil but now i’m spitting embers
so why lie, i should be dead rotting in a grave
with a casket, flowers, tombstone with my name

who am i to say that i’m the best to ever do it?
if i walked up out the fire, best believe he pulled me through it
i got fire like elijah but i’m fickle like i’m judas
i might save you like i’m popeye then destroy you like i’m brutus
they need hope not dope in these bars
see i’ma hurdle my distractions, jump over these bars
less filth wash it clean like it’s soap in these bars
but yal ain’t hearing what i’m sayin cellphone with no bars
i come from the stars, i’m covered in scars like rambo
the flow ain’t got no mercy homie that’s a lambo
black out on these beats these people think i’m sambo
but i’m leaning on the rock like the people’s elbow
whooo
kyle sent me the record, it’s only right that i wreck it
he must think i’m the lodestar, well guess i reckon
i’m setting the pace in the race ain’t coming in second
i said i’m setting the pace in this race ain’t coming in second

[verse 5: yxng pedro]
it took me time but sh*t i got up in that zone
i knew i had another hit when i seen kyle hit my phone
i got that message, heard the beat and now i’m reckless
i be sliding on these beats and tilt my hat just like i’m elvis
if they looking at me wrong i got that thing to leave ’em neckless
i know they get jealous baby you know i’m from texas
i’m a boss so i do what i want
i ain’t waiting my turn i’ma sit in the front
talk down on the gang we sending you up
he laying in red like the time of the month
i’m just getting started
you know it ain’t smart to step up to me come test yo luck
matt say we bout business
so i got the image pull up to the cypher wearing a tux
eta bta belt to ass cause we don’t play
doa not gta watch how they move cause they betray
dta i wear that ski because my trust ain’t on display
cd8 i k!lled the beat like i was sick but i ain’t

[verse 6: 23cups]
you can’t have the juice without the cups
they saved the best for last
growing up my parents told me that i suck
my music trash
you should get a 9 to 5
it’s ok, at least you tried
everybody ain’t gone make it
for two three that was a lie
the final boss is on the mic
i combat mortals, ready? fight!
i’m all these rappers kryptonite
they wife gone play my sh*t tonight
i know you hate it cause i made it
really ain’t no competition
f*ck your judgment
matt and kyle clearly made the right decision
i’m the one you watching while you on your bed or toilet sh*tting
i accomplished all dreams i’ll show you too
if you just listen
keep commenting your opinion
do it years from now
boost my algorithm
by then gta 6 should be out
you ain’t make that nfl team
what happened to ya’ dream?
look like you fumbled on the play
two three on ya’ screen
made them pay attention now they listen
got ’em switching up
never gave a f*ck about these b*tches
still don’t give a f*ck

- kyle beats collective lyrics

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