Gryffin - UCSD Cypher lyrics

Serachi: Met a b**h, Melanie f**ed her so hard now she's screaming papi Nickname Serachi, I rep 6th College, Illuminati She climbed up on my dick, I told her to hold on Cause once you drop, you're gonna hit free fall If this were a game, it would already be over I'm like Kobe, dunking, my dick on your shoulder Benji: Benji on the track, I'm about to attack I see your girl, and go rat-tat-tat-tat I go boom bap boom, that's onomatopoeia Back in the days when Drizzy was messing with Bria These n***as ain't ready, cause I'm steady And I'm gritty, and they knowledge don't test me Can't best me, better lust me Cause my flow is quite s**y You can call me jigga, because I am that n***a Standing in the corner shooting 3's, Mike Miller I'm MJ, Thriller, I'm better than the rest of ya'll I guess I'm illa, I like my b**h vanilla Filipino culture, that's Manila Kuya! Kuya! Kuya! Kuya! I guess I'm illa n***as couldn't even survive the flame of the cig Automatic upheaval when I let go of the trig I used to know a girl by the name of Ger Put that sh** together and you got yourself a trigger! My pig let me Pooh so I jumped like a Tigger SD didn't just make me big, it made me bigger I know my chemistry, talking about oil rig Everywhere I go, I'm repping Kappa Sig I'm tryna reach the moon or maybe the stars I make it wet and windy outside, call me Benji the Avatar! Insomniac! My eyes low and hazy Illuminati?! Kanye West and Jay-Z? I'm plotting on ya bish, taking over this game Bury me, a G, in the SD hall of fame, n***aaaa K Philosophy: You know I had to hop up in the cypher quick I bet they think they are, but they ain't ready for this type of sh** A busy doctor's office, you know all my lines are sick Now where my Asian honeys at, I'm hungry for some rice and sh** You don't know the type of life we live, we give you damage too These bars triple x like you f**ing up on family feud I crack ya mandible and hit you with a jab or two f** with us and get your top lifted like a can of food And when you roll with us, your bound to smoke a gram or two I'm sick of all these rappers rapping like they still in grammar school New year, same me, don't change just cause these numbers do I tell em: Don't worry we got Mt. Olympus coming soon I been had bars, it's nothing to hearse you All I got is fine hoes like Carls Jr. commercials I've said it before, I'll proudly say it again I got the city on my back and Daygo above the brim It's K Gryffin: Same old shenanigans, same old buffoonery Satirize the other guys and stick to what's the truth to me I never sell my style, only pen for my euphony And make these posers vanish like they rocking Frotto's j**elery Decapping these flaming rappers, they looking more like zippos Bar for bar, with me, they still ain't keeping up with my tempo HA! Didn't think so, they basic beats, rhymes are simple Black bird send em flying, Azarath Metrion Zinthos Four knuckles to the temple, play my hand at a rendezvous Like money came up missing, they looking more like my prostitutes Cypher bars carry cyphers, just what I was taught to do Result of them is with the cane, same as the poppies do Save punchlines for future battles, ammo in the cannister Bars of a vet but reppin' steps of an amateur Thinking you ruling areas? You ain't even got parameters I'm k**ing all these wanna be kings, Jamie Lannister AH!