Huey - CyHi Da Prynce, King Louie

How real is this?

Cyhi!

I’m from where them hammers rung

In Atlanta’s slums

Pop a nigga sit and wait for the ambulance to come

I know if you a shooter by the way you handlin' the gun

Gamble and your done

Shells burn like candles in the sun

I’m not a fan of gun violence

Nor having a strap but get popped once

And I swear that you’ll be scramblin' for one

But our plans was to get funds and skate off the set

So I mix the kush with the dro, to make all my weight stretch

I’m from where the dudes rob and argue all day about

Who’s the best MC?

Cyhi, Stacks or T. I

While doggin' the GBI

My bad I love Jeezy

But I’m still the best to ever do it and I ain’t even put a CD out

So the next time you say the A ain’t got no lyricists

I just think you ain’t got enough taste for this exquisite shit

My verses are like Leviticus to the underprivileged

I make music for the world

You make music for a stripper-bitch-nigga

Black leather beret cap era

Guns at your capitol take it to that measure

It’s Huey nigga it’s Huey nigga

Never been a victim, a rebel against the system

Lames wanna diss him and women just wanna kiss him

It’s Huey nigga it’s Huey nigga

This that God flow, what they nailed Jesus to the cross for

And he came back three days after he died flow

This Pablo, talkin' to kids in Chicago

Mob flow, this that midget New Jersey Drive flow

Side note, I wrote this rap with my eyes closed

Bravo, cause it came out clean as the mosque floor

Costco, hoes sellin' they twat for a car note

Benihanas and Roscoe’s

Picasso, Nas mixed with a Pac flow

Rappers can’t stand me, this that Grammy nod flow

Let me stop though, cause I’m goin' digital with the syllables

CyHi The Prynce, and I’m royalty like residuals

These hoes score me they suppose to be hospitable

When they in the house with a nigga that’s not typical

This not fictional, I run this bitch like ellipticals

Can’t another rapper come out of Atlanta if he not lyrical

This that Chiraq where out of towners die at

I advise you book your flight now and fly back

Gangland, banged in, what you claim fam

Box Chevy’s, Foreigns, buck 50 flow

Young niggas got bitches at the 50 tho

50 pack done good drop off 50 more

My city rough but I made it in it

Trap house look like it’s where canes invented

Trust nobody even friends look got hate up in it

Riding dirty with your bitch smoking «wait a minute»

LA gon' ride with Drillinois and Decatur in it

Niggas snitching I’m like way to win it

Nigga looking like a state defendant

My 4 door look like a 2 door

My 2 door look like a 4 door

I’m cuttin' up call me Zorro

Hit him and his mans, get 'em a body bag

Gimme a track and I’ma body that