A$AP Mob - BET Cypher lyrics

rate me

Hook:

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)

Said, my youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)

It a ring! It a ring!

A little Frankenstein with a little chopper rings

A train the Jamaican girls that love the Cuban links

Gotta want ‘em like Lil Kim in bikini minks, yeah

No limit soldiers with a bunch of little tanks

I hit 'em where it hurt, make them dudes feel the pain

Blood stain on what remains for two gold chains

The white gold on my gums like …

Rori and Jaguar switch your four lanes

Top down screaming out money ain't the thing!

Hook:

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)

Take my youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)

I bet the Lord never worries,

Couple niggas buried

See the good die young,

Gun shots then it's bury

So I'm off in a hurry, I ain't forcing no jury

To convince me, trill shit, I'm trying to stay big free!

Got a budget for the lawyer,

Risk my freedom on the corner

It ain't worth it, making the history is more important

My thoughts are soaring, smoking… Mighty Morphin

Trip to Fiji in the morning,

Getting giggy with a foreign

Look I just finished touring!

Worldwide residential

It all started with a pencil,

Now my suite presidential

Laid up with a bad chick,

That never had …

Holding diamonds and guns,

You think I'm mad rich!

Hook:

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)

From a crack ho down in hell’s gate

To a new breath of air and a brighter day

It's a lighter way,

I feel good enough to buy a bunch of real estate,

Move my momma out her space (Why?)

Cause it's the new power anthem (uh?)

And nigga, we the new black panthers

Get your hands up, we in it for the ransom

Money, power, respect, … gave us the answer

New world order say, “always strive and prosper!”

But I know God is watching over me, wash away my sins

Now I'm in this bitch a longer stay, ASAP, nigga!

Tell my cousin that I'm on my way, in a hurry

… the hater, I just gotta tie my waist

Hook:

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh

City on my back like a run a campaign

Baltimore USA, that's my domain

Used to sip mad dog, now it's champagne

Used to rock the bus, now I catch a damn plane

Got a white chick who love cocaine

Chill with filled with a young boys pain

Rob anybody that got a gold chain

From Baltimore where you here the shots rang

Peanut butter inside be the wood grain

Pull up in an all white paints bumming

About to blow like nitro, propane on

Hook:

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh!

I wrote this shit in business class, give me jet lag

This for years of oppressions and the set backs

This for chinks, niggas, Jews and the wet backs

Crackers towel heads and I can't forget the less, drags

This is Huey Newton with the Ozi shooting

The trill Martin Luther fin to spark the … (right!)

Malcolm X's Muslim army marching to ya block

Bring the choppa to your preacher's screaming halleluiah!

Dear Mr. President, I'm the shit ….

Hello, white America, suck my dick!

They say Lord’s never worry, no hope for the kids

Young blood was a thug, call sluts from a crib

My father, our father, God father

Blocks in the air, high power!

This is Kendrick off a visit Jimmy's watch tower

A longer, seems like Martin dreaming for the longest

Hook:

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)

My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex

Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)