Fifty-Two: The Cypher

[Verse 1: DefNOTBio]
They feed you some bullshit, you throwin' up gang, you get dropped for that shit like a tummy ache
You ran yo' mouth like Usain, you insane, put the beef in the shells like a taco, that's what he ate
You went to work, but you ain't seen him, yo' homie, I snuck in his crib and I shot him
Bitch, you are the reason yo' buddy late, had to shift gears and then act like my blinkers ain't working
So I could get outta that bloody lane, it ain't no truth or dares where I'm from
You get dropped like you heavy, this life is a bloody game, they act like yo' homies, 'cause you got the money
You won't see that man again, don't be surprised when you find out yo' buddy fake
When they ready to kill you, they'll set up a date, you'll be closin' yo' eyes like you meditate
Better be ready to climb on a ladder, you tryna get clean out the gutter
I'm ready to stack and I don't care who it's with, it don't matter the color, don't gotta be blood
I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother, when we on the road like a trucker, we bringin' that heat
Like it's summer, we'll serve 'em, no butler, send him to the clouds like an usher
You don't get the picture, I'll paint it in red, you scared of the facts, so you lie in your head
I do not blame you, you open your mouth and they say that they'll leave yo' ass dead, don't know why they pressed
They scared, 'cause I'm death, spoke under my breath, then I shot 'em up, put down, yeah, right there
They got left, I stay with the gun, you run up on me, then I'm blowin' mine like a genius
I'm fly with that heat like a Pheonix, if you wanna kill me, bitch, you better plan it like Venus
On bro, bitch, I'll do you like a Remus, I wave, you get wet, but hell no, you ain't seasick
Pussy, I'll kill you, I hope that you know that I mean it, he coming to me, ain't that convenient?
You better believe it, I swear that I've seen this, it's like it repeated

[Verse 2: White Boy Rick]
Under pressure, it stresses, I can't measure, it messes
With me, which oppresses thoughts that addresses
The messes in my damn mind that can make me feel confined
Always fucking stuck behind, what I envisioned
In my mind, damn
Why does it feel like I'm second rate? Even though the shit
I create is called next level
I still debate if I can reach the goal that's innate
To be like the G.O.A.T.s I idolize or if I'll just meet my demise
Grinding to be immortalized, a legend to be analyzed
I wanna be like all that
But in my heart, I feel flat, but fuck that shit
'Cause in fact, I'm my own worst critic, to be exact
That's why y'all been waiting so long
For my next album, it's been year-long, so when it hits
It'll be strong, no more waiting, it's been too long
8 Track Untitled will be ageless
'Cause this shit is my magnum opus, like me, it's damn ambitious
To raise the bar so fearless, 'cause it feels like no one else is
Your bullshit leaves you in ashes (Heh), you're third rate, 'cause of your excuses, I'll be G.O.A.T.ed
Unlike you leaches, fuck the trends and brands, don't need 'em
'Cause I know who the fuck I am, I got plans of attack
Ready when my album starts to unpack
Facts about me on every track, no cap
This is my flashback!

[Verse 3: Grim R]
Yeah, I got the grim flow
'Cause all my flowers black and I don't know what's up
Inside my head, 'cause when I'm talking, I go beast mode
And if I go back, I'm met with more crap
A silhouette of devils laughin' at the fatty, no cap
I used to eat from the dollar menu, man
All the people at my school didn't know, they took their hands
And they put 'em in my face, what a level of disgrace!
I had to make 'em know my place, so I hit 'em in the face until their blood splatter
Onto the floor go their brain matter
Mad hatter, bipolar, not a glad rapper
Might have to infringe the limits of your life
Take the pen and stick it right into the nasal, looking fine
With your soul gone, wait, it's been that way all along
You got me feelin like Dolittle, something wrong?
'Cause when you're talkin to a snake and they be actin like they ain't
'Cause you the one that see the prey, you know you're grim, and I'ma say
"Bitch, I got the dark Sith
Bowing to my flow, 'cause when I force it, you in death grip"
I rap in dead space, you rap in space ace
And when the flows meet, I stomp it like a necromorph
You got me pressin', R2, in this bitch with Kong Fu
Take you down with Jutsu, see 'em cryin', boo-hoo
Yeah, so I'ma up and go
I put my bars down and laid it like a fucking ho!

[Verse 4: CJ Veneno]
I been on too damn long, couldn't even make a move
'Cause I waited so long, couldn't think about this COVID-19
'Cause they're shutting off, been quarantine for a long time
Gotta speak my shit, it's on, but I just co-exist
Making words, but not a diss, but anybody coming at me wrong
I straight send 'em hits, but I don't give a damn
I'm topping charts everywhere, from Japan
From Germany to the South is where I am, but just appeared that
Imagine that, mad as heck, 'cause I speak facts, I don't really give a fuck
Right now, 'cause I spend cash and I get like that, uh
Never gon' stop now, I'ma keep going
Matter fact I'm done, 'cause the truth is spoken

[Verse 5: Elijah Allen]
Your girl say she loves me, her top five is all me
Got a landing strip with my name on it, I'ma crash land in her kidneys
I'm not a pilot, kidneys, this kid needs help
I spent $100 on a plan B and a knee pad for below the belt action!
Got a condom though, blow that up like Osama, hoes
I can't wait for the day that I get cancelled for these kind of jokes, dishonorable, it's funny, though
Okay, so I walk into a Jewish barber shop, I say, "hey
Gimme the new cut," I'm looking at Luca, got a curly cut, but was already hood cut!
I got a type, she gotta be MILF material, good on video
Done venereal, got a girl trapped, over C's and I'm looking to move it a cup
Lemme mind my Q's and you can go and put this P inside your V
That's POV, that's why they call me Krispy Kreme
She riding and riding, she don't even hide it, we not in the rodeo, rode-hoe, trying
I'm colder then Canada with a bandana, but booty so big that I bought bigger camera, keeping the stamina
Look at me stammering, Latin American, Brazil in origin
Equator tight and I'm feeling so foreign, when I'm in her mouth, my children deported

[Verse 6: Magician G]
My peers are gassed, picked six, like first career pass, DreDiggs
On Darnold's dumbass, Netflix and chill in my lap, strange things
Circulate my map named King, need a Queen at last, spring fling
Come lay in my mattress, ring, nah, you still on schnapp
Chat with all these fucks, boys, won't give you a goddamn thing
Facts! You're shit outta luck, shoulda just took my hand and fleed
But you decided to play your cards, misguided decision collided your thoughts
Confided with you, why did I start? Side with a nine when I'm flushed with hearts
Coulda gave you royalty, these lames know nothing on loyalty
They'll crumble you like foil, see? Play with your feelings, out the door, they leave
Don't say I didn't warn you, no, I won't mourn for you
Offered you to be in my book, now I'm an author with a new look

[Verse 7: Diizii]
Yeah, when I walk in the room, I be gunnin', all these bitches be runnin'
My clip at least holds a fifty, fuck it, Fifty-Two
This smoke has got us litty, but your flow shitty, too
Yeah, they can't hear my sounds, you only hit the rim
We got bars for rounds, don't believe me? Just ask Grim, bitch!
I park, a lot, which bitch you got? You shooting shots? You better not
You telling me lies like Ihab, like Dex, you need some rehab
Crash at mine, like what Jae said, yeah, yeah
For being on this track, I gotta thank Jabez, yeah, ayy
I'm runnin' this track like cardio, I'm bumpin' that shit like my audio
They talkin' shit, they start to ramble, feel like a producer, might cop a sample
Countin' them racks, no racket like tennis, tickin' the clock and you countin' the minutes
I bar like DeMar, the way that I shoot, shot in a drive-by, skrrt my coupe
Replaying that shit like it's a loop, dribble-dribble-dribble, and I'm dunkin' that hoop
You think you can defeat, that's a wish like 11:11
Yeah, I'm your Dad, bitch, your curfew finna be 7:00, uh
Carried the weight like I came out the gym, almost the end, almost a fin
Caught this shit in your files, shout-out DefNOTBio
Bitch, I know it's the confidence you lack
Yeah, now I'm done, I'ma pass the fuckin' mic to Zack, ayy! (Sheesh!)

[Verse 8: Jabez Z]
Do you ever just sit back and wonder how you forever got a goal?
Thinking 'bout how that shit starts small but turns whole?
Like embryo in sack, bitch, y'all rappin' like Zack, you wish
Y'all acting like fags, you dig? Time to hop on the track pricks
No time for that, no time for you, make believe is never true
Only me, turn fact to fuel, Fifty-Two, like action news
Action starts by grabbin' cards, making sure they're all there
Next part saying, "what's up," to Grandpa by kneeling down with peace and care
I've got enough cards for Grandpa's life, making sure he knows he ain't left behind
If I had enough time to say, "goodbye," I'd say, "I fucking love you, feel free to fly"
And I'll stay put, continue my legacy, Jabez Z, legend in the making
Hearing this number still aches me, make ends meet by fake deeds
And I'll take dreams, make 'em real, take peace, place, peel
Stick that shit till it makes deals, always strong how it fucking feels
Never question another human for the shit that they express
Like fucking pricks on Snapchat, thinking they have any right to make a mess
Say you're not a fan, instead of saying you can spit better
I don't give a shit about you, I give a shit about Derik's efforts, I'm done!

[Outro: Jabez Z]
Fifty-Two, y'all
See ya next time