"Lyrical Exercise" lyrics
(feat. Cyssero)
This a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I'm 'a flip white on the block 'til I get life in the box
Or 'til I get ice from a shot
But 'til then, it's chill gems, "ice" in the watch
And yes nigga, we the best nigga, like it or not
'Cause ya'll be writing dead weight like you got a red cape
When the 8 blast, ya fake ass be scared straight
I'll rush on ya set, then cut you to death
Get it right, knife stuck in ya neck
Man you got two options cut me a check
Or stuck on the vest before you get bucked in the chest
I squeeze 'til nothing is left
You'll get banged in the head with revolvers like "Russian roulette"
Ya'll doing a lot of talking, I'm tired of talking
Ya 'bout to hear tires screeching and iron sparking
When the heater pop, look who toting a sig
And it'll open ya lid like a sneaker box
If I creep you ock, I'm 'a spray ya way
In all black, like agent jay look this pay me day
I need that, get ya spleen clapped
I'll make you bleed where you breathe at
This a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
My name is V-I to the R-U-S
In a new S, Glock and a new vest
And a tre pound 'bout to lay down
A new set, cooperate
Or I'm popping 8 leave his crew wet
Shit I'm a true vet, you don't want trouble see
'Cause my name got buzz like a bumblebee
I hustle see, pounds of the white lady
Institution flow, everything I write crazy
I like gravy nigga, so I'm seeing checks
My dough mean, I grow green like chia pets
See the rest say my name out their fucking lips
Like I ain't word in the streets, like I ain't fucking cyss
These fucking pricks gonna learn to respect me
Or the burner leave 'em burned where your chest be
Burned in a Nestle, green herbal, nigga my green purple
When I zone, that chrome with the beam murk you
You need a O, see me, I get 'em cheap
My fiends be missing teeth like ODB
But see this ain't bite, this a O-Z from C-Y
Smoke it and C-Y you might O-D, you see
I'm surviving in the jungle, spitting shottas
So a nigga getting bodied ain't surprising in the jungle
But, I'm a damn rider, I'm 'bout a damn dollar
You need something to smoke, give me a damn holler
That tan product got it popping for the [?]
Smoke so good have the fiends knocking at the door
Cocking back the 4, pop out noise
I play the block but watch out for the hop out boys
Shit, 5-0 drive by slow, the sig pomet
Can't fuck with pigs, something like Islamics
All I know is scheming for cash, heaters and mags
All that shit I learned, they ain't teach in a class
It started from with an ounce in a house
I was running shop, make sure they had it in
And make sure they come and cop
I'm wanted ock, fight guys wild
When I'm the one with the gun with the cyclops eye
Bet something ock, if you bet nothing pop
Beef like sex, be strapped and catch something hot
I'm that wise, that's why I wear the mag
F-Y-I, I'm too deep to get compared to Cass
This a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
If you owe me, don't come with half my cheese
'Cause this 3-5-7 be the mag I squeeze
For the chips I got chicks to come bag my weed
No joke I smoke 'til I look half-Chinese, nigga
And my eyes is about to shut, bent off a dub of haze
And a chocolate dutch
I'll pop ya guts, leave ya bent ova bleeding
I'm a boss, the dogs that I sent over squeezing
I can get ya house clapped up, get ya spouse snatched up
So pop, fly and get ya, mouth smacked up
Act tough in my pants where I'm tucking the torches
Still big, kill kids like fucking abortions
Ock, I'm on the block serving that wet fever
O you smoke? One toke, we making 'em catch seizures
Old heads know I'm the truth, they bet visa's
I'm getting bread, fuck chicken heads, I sex divas
And my camp seated
I got an extra extra large magazine, but ya can't read it
This a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I'm 'a flip white on the block 'til I get life in the box
Or 'til I get ice from a shot
But 'til then, it's chill gems, "ice" in the watch
And yes nigga, we the best nigga, like it or not
'Cause ya'll be writing dead weight like you got a red cape
When the 8 blast, ya fake ass be scared straight
I'll rush on ya set, then cut you to death
Get it right, knife stuck in ya neck
Man you got two options cut me a check
Or stuck on the vest before you get bucked in the chest
I squeeze 'til nothing is left
You'll get banged in the head with revolvers like "Russian roulette"
Ya'll doing a lot of talking, I'm tired of talking
Ya 'bout to hear tires screeching and iron sparking
When the heater pop, look who toting a sig
And it'll open ya lid like a sneaker box
If I creep you ock, I'm 'a spray ya way
In all black, like agent jay look this pay me day
I need that, get ya spleen clapped
I'll make you bleed where you breathe at
This a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
My name is V-I to the R-U-S
In a new S, Glock and a new vest
And a tre pound 'bout to lay down
A new set, cooperate
Or I'm popping 8 leave his crew wet
Shit I'm a true vet, you don't want trouble see
'Cause my name got buzz like a bumblebee
I hustle see, pounds of the white lady
Institution flow, everything I write crazy
I like gravy nigga, so I'm seeing checks
My dough mean, I grow green like chia pets
See the rest say my name out their fucking lips
Like I ain't word in the streets, like I ain't fucking cyss
These fucking pricks gonna learn to respect me
Or the burner leave 'em burned where your chest be
Burned in a Nestle, green herbal, nigga my green purple
When I zone, that chrome with the beam murk you
You need a O, see me, I get 'em cheap
My fiends be missing teeth like ODB
But see this ain't bite, this a O-Z from C-Y
Smoke it and C-Y you might O-D, you see
I'm surviving in the jungle, spitting shottas
So a nigga getting bodied ain't surprising in the jungle
But, I'm a damn rider, I'm 'bout a damn dollar
You need something to smoke, give me a damn holler
That tan product got it popping for the [?]
Smoke so good have the fiends knocking at the door
Cocking back the 4, pop out noise
I play the block but watch out for the hop out boys
Shit, 5-0 drive by slow, the sig pomet
Can't fuck with pigs, something like Islamics
All I know is scheming for cash, heaters and mags
All that shit I learned, they ain't teach in a class
It started from with an ounce in a house
I was running shop, make sure they had it in
And make sure they come and cop
I'm wanted ock, fight guys wild
When I'm the one with the gun with the cyclops eye
Bet something ock, if you bet nothing pop
Beef like sex, be strapped and catch something hot
I'm that wise, that's why I wear the mag
F-Y-I, I'm too deep to get compared to Cass
This a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
If you owe me, don't come with half my cheese
'Cause this 3-5-7 be the mag I squeeze
For the chips I got chicks to come bag my weed
No joke I smoke 'til I look half-Chinese, nigga
And my eyes is about to shut, bent off a dub of haze
And a chocolate dutch
I'll pop ya guts, leave ya bent ova bleeding
I'm a boss, the dogs that I sent over squeezing
I can get ya house clapped up, get ya spouse snatched up
So pop, fly and get ya, mouth smacked up
Act tough in my pants where I'm tucking the torches
Still big, kill kids like fucking abortions
Ock, I'm on the block serving that wet fever
O you smoke? One toke, we making 'em catch seizures
Old heads know I'm the truth, they bet visa's
I'm getting bread, fuck chicken heads, I sex divas
And my camp seated
I got an extra extra large magazine, but ya can't read it
This a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Just a lyrical exercise, it go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
