Zeziin - Cipher Lyrics

I'm like Jay-Z out of Brooklyn
Or Drizzy out Toronto
Pour the 42 I got the Henny in the bottle
Before I hit 17 I ain't never tap shit
Now I'm 18 stomach rumble when I tap it
Climb up on the top I give her love that's why she drag shit
Always in my phone talking bout "where you at" bitch
I do what I want
Take what I please
This shit ain't free
You can't pay to be me
I got grand visions
Grand missions
Know I'm young but I'm thinking bout my grandchildren
Shit come from the heart yeah it's handwritten
Got the fire in my belly like it's man listen
Slang the rock with the ease like I'm Russ Wilson
I'm just a youngin tryna find peace like Bart Simpson
This a landslide like Kennedy you Rich Nixon
And yo prime is in the past like you Taj Gibson
Cause the night feel cold when your raps ain't facts
A knife can be gold and still stab you in yo back
Feeling like I'm Bolt way I'm running on the track
And you looking like my bitch way you asking for a crack
I be, talking on the beat I don't gotta rap
Flipping, shoes that's on my feet gotta get a bag
On you, like apostrophe comma check my gram
Bitches, want apologies fuck you and yo man
Ah
Jay-Z out of Brooklyn
Or Drizzy out Toronto
Pour the 42 I got the Henny in the bottle
Before I hit 17 I ain't never tap shit
Now I'm 18 stomach rumble when I tap it
Climb up on the top I give her love that's why she drag shit
Always in my phone talking bout "where you at" bitch
I do what I want
Take what I please
This shit ain't free
You can't pay to be me

I'm like Jay-Z out of Brooklyn
Or Drizzy out Toronto
Pour the 42 I got the Henny in the bottle
Before I hit 17 I ain't never tap shit
Now I'm 18 stomach rumble when I tap it
Climb up on the top I give her love that's why she drag shit
Always in my phone talking bout "where you at" bitch
I do what I want
Take what I please
This shit ain't free
You can't pay to be me
I got grand visions
Grand missions
Know I'm young but I'm thinking bout my grandchildren
Shit come from the heart yeah it's handwritten
Got the fire in my belly like it's man listen
Slang the rock with the ease like I'm Russ Wilson
I'm just a youngin tryna find peace like Bart Simpson
This a landslide like Kennedy you Rich Nixon
And yo prime is in the past like you Taj Gibson
Cause the night feel cold when your raps ain't facts
A knife can be gold and still stab you in yo back
Feeling like I'm Bolt way I'm running on the track
And you looking like my bitch way you asking for a crack
I be, talking on the beat I don't gotta rap
Flipping, shoes that's on my feet gotta get a bag
On you, like apostrophe comma check my gram
Bitches, want apologies fuck you and yo man
Ah
Jay-Z out of Brooklyn
Or Drizzy out Toronto
Pour the 42 I got the Henny in the bottle
Before I hit 17 I ain't never tap shit
Now I'm 18 stomach rumble when I tap it
Climb up on the top I give her love that's why she drag shit
Always in my phone talking bout "where you at" bitch
I do what I want
Take what I please
This shit ain't free
You can't pay to be me