Bully Cypher, Vol. 3

I just keep my eyes out

For the snakes and all the plagiarists

And y'all as cheap as a dollar tree

I'm on top of my game

And I'm on top of my lyrics

Like an apostrophe

Shout out to Big C

I'm a bully for real

This day-n-nite drip

Make me look as good as I feel

(It's Kryple)

I refuse to make a statement

That's why these jakes chase me

We're catching more bodies

Then the basement of Wayne Gacy

I'm blatant, the game hates me

Stayin ghost like I'm Swayze

Staying to close

Will get you choked like I'm Gracie

All up in the octagon

Fist a cuffs, I'm dropping bombs

So Fuckin faded

I don't even know who's song I'm on

But all show you what the truth is

Your scared to show your face

Like that guy from Home Improvement

Smokin dope I lose it

But this cash, I got a fistful

When I'm on the mic

I stay attacking like a pit bull

Cock back the hammer

But no it's not loaded yet

I come to collect

Bounty hunter like I'm Boba Fett

It's some west coast flavour

I don't stress no haters

All about my paper

Everyday of my life

I be stacking up bank

And I'm a always do it major

(Money, money)

It's like I'm cookin on a bake show

(Yeah, yeah)

The way I mother fuckin make doe

(Yeah, yeah)

So I'm moving in the fast lane

I ain't talking about monopoly

When I be talking about the cash game

It's all profit now

I'm quick to lock it down

It's like I'm C walkin

On these hoes the way I hop around

There ain't no stoppin now

And I'm a rock the Crowd

I let the money do the talkin

I just walk

So ya my pockets loud

It's Big C in the building

Stay tuned for more

Stay tuned for volume 4

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