Turn Up The Love / Do Something de Far East Movement

Nigga is you serious?
I popped an ex G6 like the Far East Movement
I just pulled up in a Urus
You niggas gotta be kidding
You do a lot of the telling
They should put a price tag on yo head
Cause on yo own songs you selling
Niggas think shit sweet
But like a lemon,that shit gon get sour
Zeus hasn’t struck my ass down yet
And they said one man can’t have all that power
Of course they lying
Your niggas dying and they ain’t even trying
When I bought weed I remember when I had to hide it
The fuse was boutta be ignited
Whenever yo bitch see me she hella excited
I’d be tripping if I a let nigga do the title of that one Wiz Khalifa song
And Try It
Nah
I’d rather die by driving my bike off a mother fucking cliff
Hardest nigga to ever live
I’ll put that on my grandparents and my motherfucking kids

I put my ice on the rocks
Put the gloves on like I box
Who let that fuck nigga talk?
Put his ass in that mother fucking chalk
I see wit all my eyes like a hawk
Look at the way I walk
I was on that block
Busting clips out of the chop
Open up shop like a nigga tryna buy sum
And then he gon be a bygone
Fifteen shots and his eye gon
On his dead momma is what he lied on
This that shit I can get high off
Now I’m flying
Like Superman in the sky
Keep a hundred million on me when I die
Bitch my house off the grid like the family from Family Guy
Test me and that shit will actually be suicide
Actual homicide
We’ll bang it out on yo block
You a goofy,get blocked
We making a movie right on the spot
Just grab yo popcorn,sit and watch

Watch
Watch
Dropped 50 million on a watch
All they do is watch
All your boyfriend ever does is plot
On my downfall
Yeah fuck you,I’ll see you at work
Nah fuck that,I’ll see you at church
Like a bible,need to finish this verse
Fame is a gift and a curse
Do me wrong,end up in a hearse
He rapping on the mic but he ain’t saying words
Cause every other word is a curse
Word
They’ve been sleeping on me like I was a bed
Now I’m gonna drill my existence into their heads
Fill em up with lead like a pencil
Don’t break the tip off or you’ll lose that grip
Same for a pistol,a point 2 caliber
So who the fuck’s my competition?
I destroyed the competitor
Every time I’m post to drop,I mark it on the calendar
They’ll know it’s me when they see the hoodie in lavender

Life’s a bitch
Female dog if you would
He couldn’t even outrun those bullets if he could
Like a carpenter,I’m finna put him up in that wood
I told her do me proud and she like “Yeah that’s good”
Like get in there
Like G Herbo I never cared
Be there or be motherfucking square
Guess his ass was square then
Can’t get a share of the pie when I’m blowing up
Like an elevator,I’m going up
They hate on me,so what?
They don’t understand the style I’m doing
My diamonds are only for the viewing
An evil potion,that’s what I’m brewing
Staying wit the mob and I’m doing my job
Which one of you bitches do I have to rob?
Wear the same hoodie everyday like I’m SpongeBob
People die everyday,that’s a lot of names to remember
Do not forget the 21st day of September
Futurama how I’m tryna bend her
Over and I’m doing her on the sink
Don’t blink
I’ll stick the pink in your stink
Open those lips that you use to drink
Fell in love with the pen and I cummed in the ink
Had big mental health issues but I talked to someone and they shrinked
It’s funny because I was actually talking to a shrink
But I don’t know why the fuck they’re called a shrink
How much time do I have left on the verse?
Cause I feel like I go on then it’ll get worse

Got 2 weeks before I gotta fast
So I’ll just put out this verse,fast
If you fake your whole lifestyle,that shit will not last
Bitch I said what I said and it’s now in the past
Plus I do not like bringing up the past
Because I like bringing up the future instead
Like what does it have to hold?
This that 23 degree Celsius flow,that shit cold
Like what you do with a font,that shit bold
Why do you still have a grudge against me
When you’re seventy years old?
His soul he sold
For a pot of gold
Like he’s gonna get that from the Lucky Charms leprechaun
Ay
Ay
Light up this bitch like a firework
When the tires skirt
No need to use weapons when words hurt
Way I remind them of a new drop is like an EAS alert
Bitch I’m filthy
Came outta the dirt
I could write a verse with 500 words
When you look at that shit,that’ll be a lotta words
Fuck man

Yuh

I run the game up
So get outta my way
Doing this verse
In the means to get paid
Do all that trolling in the means to get sprayed
You act like a pussy in the means of not getting laid
Damn
It’s like I struck the nerve in the nervous system
Bitch I’m out to get em
The rap Armageddon
Got no Led in my Zeppelin
When I form a weapon
It won’t prosper against the common enemy
It used to be a friend of me
But it was pretend to me
I do several straight shots of Hennessy
Need the mother fucking remedy
I head blow all my opponents like John F. Kennedy
Believe it
You cannot fuck wit my style
Last time you heard a verse from me?
I admit,it’s been a while
I had to attend a trial
Involving someone who tried to shoot up my car
He got life in prison,that’s deserved
I stand on top of my every word
Bitch I said what I said,haven’t you heard?
If not your hearing is off and I’m very concerned
Way I roasted yo ass,it’s like I gave you five degree burns
This ain’t none of your concern
He could’ve went the right path if he didn’t take a wrong turn
But I guess that one thing these niggas do is not learn

Hear what I’m saying
I am the product of your nation
The new rap sensation
A master of my own creation
It’s like every time an opp die,there’s a celebration
Like he stayed capping till the day he graduated
Bout time I get things situated
Niggas die every day and to that,I’m habituated
Did it all on my own,no masturbation
Look
I create waves every time I drop,issue out the flash flood
Young rich nigga,made it up out the mud
Cops pulled me over,they thought I had drugs
Bomomb Zone the future,I just wanted to plug
Like a vampire in these streets cause I’m out for blood
Found this lil brownie shawty and you know we in love
We clicked like the people I hang with
I am never out here doing fucking lame shit
You can’t hang round us if you never killed shit
Or if you have never done this drill shit
A 45 on me,it’s a kill switch
Flow switch
Got em like what?
Everybody bound to get they own paycheck
You just didn’t make the cut
Like scissors do when you put em against the paper
4 years later and I still got haters
And like a delivery service,I cater
Go against the grain,get mashed like taters
I got an album to record,I’ll see you later
And if you didn’t understand my verse then you need a translator

I’m all about getting my bread
Like the bakery
I am not with all the fakery
Uh
Like Slytherin they stay wit the snakery
Had to cut the heads off em,that’s why I don’t trust a bitch
I done made it from the struggle and now I’m filthy rich
Like the rapper out of Oakland,California
At a young age I was taught to mourn the
Dead
But don’t let this shit get to your head
Like what a pencil is made of,we gon fill em up with lead
Go up to a Rasta and I cut off his dreads
Cut off some friends who backstabbed me
And left me with the wounds wit my chest and back
If you try to steal from me then you ain’t getting yo life back
Fuck that
I’mma just it blow
Like Elsa,I’mma let it go
I’m loyal to my niggas,that means bros over hoes
And you getting X’s out if you ain’t following the code
Yeah I’ve been out here on the road
I set the studio on fire wit every bar I wrote
It’s like they trust one minute and then the other they ghost
Me
I guess it’s fuck me
I guess nobody trusts me
Oh yeah,fuck you too
I’ll let the choppa sing and it don’t need any autotune

Pick a tomb,any tomb,I’ll put you in it
No need to check the scoreboard,I’m always winning
He stay shit talking
With that same mouth,he’s grinning
Like a dreidel,we keep on spinning and spinning
Hop out the V,I’m a stepper
He takes the L so much,it might as well be his favorite letter
Talking that spicy lingo like I seasoned it with pepper
Yeah you make all the bitches wet but I made mine wetter
They say it don’t get better
But uh duh!
Five hundred K on me when I walk out the kluh
Pluh
Wuh?
Same old Bryson with the same old shit
Yuh
Yuh
Like a sink,I’m finna get that bitch rinsed
And now that I’m rich rich
I can talk that rich shit
I heard they dissing on me
That’s that bitch shit
This that big shit
Can’t fit it all in one compartment
That nigga handed me the gas pack
Like a nigga just farted
I’m finna go special ed
Because the beat already retarded
Young rich nigga,I already finished what I started nigga

Okay bet
Let that fuck nigga try it
He can’t hide from the chrome being planted into his dome
So why the fuck he hiding?
I heard they were gassing that nigga up and now they real quiet
Thought you were post to stand on business
Are you even fucking trying?
Look over every rhyme in my verse
Why the fuck would you think I’m lying?
You said my shit was wack?
Sorry,I couldn’t hear you over yo mans dying
If you was really what you claiming to be
Then you would’ve already gotten revenge
All my fucking friends are dead
Cause death pushed them off the edge
And now I don’t got many peeps left
Except Camron
A picture is worth a hundred words
That’s why I use a Cannon
No Nick though
Why they still on my dick though?
I don’t wipe my ass and I stay wit the shits though
Slide on the block and it looking like a real shit show
This nigga having convos wit himself,he must be skitzo
I be all up in these bitches ears like a mosquito
Nah fuck that
I want a fucking bloodbath
I’m a real nigga
That’s why I never lack

Can’t play the black card
When there’s a bunch of whites mixed in wit it
She say my dick tastes like licorice
Yeah I made her lick a bit
And on the tip of it like an iceberg
No one dares to make one on Sponge Gang right?
Outta sight,outta mind
If you ain’t bout making money then you wasting my time
Got the 10 millimeter pistol like a dime’s price value
I heard your new shit
And it sucks more than a vacuum
While your whole gang was out getting murked
I was getting topped in the bathroom
Way I put it in,she could tell I was so damn smooth
Got the moves like a criminal
I love it when they tell me to come outside like ain’t everything digital?
I could just send a few missiles your way
He didn’t have to prove shit,I already know he’s gay
You made those accusations before but I don’t swing that way
You and me is not the same
You should hold your head up in shame
And change your fucking birth name
Cause why is it Jesus Condom?
Were your parents Christian and horny?
Hold on,I think they were Christorny
I think I just made that shit up but I don’t care
I don’t give a fuck if I have to perform in my underwear
Well at least I’m there
And I’m not lying to people
About when my set will be
I heard that they talking down on my name
But it sounds like nonsense to me
And technically you’re wrong
And that would also make her wrong
Yeah nigga you have two wrongs
Can’t make a right wit it
Like what the fuck have you done in the last year
Cause I stood on my business
These fat niggas can’t pop the clutch
Every day it feel like we winning

With the fucking Glock in hand I feel like I’m boutta fire bend
They tried to cancel me before
Yeah but to no ends
Run the game forever
Yeah,my shit got no end
Like nigga we got you cornered and this here is the fucking dead end
Put on my ski mask,I’m finna do a drill like a construction site
Your bitch can’t keep off of me
I swear she a parasite
Has this nigga not learned his lesson?
Fuck em,leave em paralyzed
I’ll strike fear until his eyes
And then I’ll make it feel like he wants to die
Yuuh
Bitch I’m on that
I want that
My pockets wouldn’t make into Japan
They’re too mother fucking fat
Way I hit my target is like when I hit a flat
I’ll show a nigga no mercy
And I’ll come in where he sleeps at
He usually wakes up to the birds
But he’ll wake up to a 6 letter word
Being uttered as he gets shot the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
I’ll treat this nigga like he’s late for school
And that’s very fucking ironic cause I used to skip school
Back when I was 19,no glockie
Nigga missed his fucking shot and he’s getting very cocky
I’ll get back to you A$AP like my name fucking Rocky
I be sliding on the block like them pucks used in hockey
Who want smoke
Cause when it comes to it I’m a chimney
Feels like I own everything
Like I work for Disney
Was walking past a light skin and I was like “She pretty”
Next thing you know I started salivating for them titties
It’s like I haven’t seen food in 30 days
Like a Ramadan
Tryna fuck the lights out of this bitch
And I can’t even get my condom on
Fuck being a good guy
I’m siding with the Decepticons
I put out 8 sided tapes like all of them were octagons

Bitches say my name like Rihanna
And then they soon regret it
Don’t sweat it,I’m a G
And my name’s Inna Lisa,don’t forget it
I’m ready to cuff a nigga like he was getting arrested
I take him to the room and it’s time to get the sex in
I blow his dick like a tuba
Blow up the vicinity
Like Osama Bin Laden
He tryna run up them fucking plays
What he think this is,Madden?
Oh y’all stupid huh?
When I give you this fucking head
Will it make you fucking dumb?
I never fuck a nigga who’s disloyal to me
That’s my rule of thumb
Niggas stay flexing they money
Like they ain’t ever seen the sun
Like nigga if you don’t go out and spin the block
Wit yo fucking gun
Don’t act like a fake gangsta
Like a penguin,that shit don’t fly round here
I’mma make this shit very clear
If I don’t trust yo ass then I ain’t gon let you drive the boat
Sorry but I had to do it
That nigga needs to fucking go

I’ve been having motion ever since the fucking 8th grade
Every track I’m on will blow up like the fucking World Trade
You can’t walk inside this club if you ain’t got an ace of spades
Bitch I’m not fucking scared
I got myself some hand grenades
Toss em like a salad
Oh that nigga Joe Budden?
His opinions are never valid
These niggas lazier than DJ Khaled
And it’s crazy cause at least they have talent
Unlike other niggas who don’t even fucking try on they track
Don’t let that mother fucker cook again,that nigga is a rat
You should’ve cut him off from day one
And you should’ve left him in the past
I’m not impressed with you other niggas
Cause yo shit hella trash
I could make a song where I took a shit
And that would sound better
Niggas copy whatever I do,I’m such a trendsetter
I’m after bands nigga bands bands
And you tryna slide on the block wit no fucking plan
And claim you is the man?
Ah hell nah
Get his bitch ass outta here
Why the fuck you took your iron out
You can’t even have yo gun in here!
Damn!

Why these niggas hate on me?
She gon have to wait on me
I’m not gay homie
I just made that one verse bout sucking dick
And how I wanted him to blow me
I joke most the time
I didn’t mean that
Way he gripping on his Glock same way he grips his cock
And he gon squeeze that?
You real nigga all in the face
But do you even fucking bleed that?
Hold on,spin the car back around
I think we found the target
Which is ironic cause we found him outside of a target
So I put one on his back and now he’s a walking target
Why’d you even buy a new car if you don’t even know how to start it?
Why’d you even buy a new phone if you barely charge it?
Like that shit don’t make sense to me
And it don’t make any dollars too
I was raised on the block
What the fuck did you expect me to do?
Words cannot describe what I’m about to fucking do to you
I just heard your new fucking track
And that shit doo doo doo!
Flush that shit!

Uh

Got the last verse on the entire cypher,I am so lucky
All these bitches wanna fuck me
All these hoes wanna suck me
Yeah I fucking get it in
In case Young Sheep Don didn’t remind you
Then he’s running from president
So like what the flag’s tied to,better run up those polls!
Tap into your conscious like J Cole
And when I do features I take souls
This that fucking crowd control
Like I had a fucking remote or something
They call Dezze a goat for a reason
That nigga does not miss
Put that nigga in target practice
And that nigga will still not miss
I’m glad I got to feature on this
Alongside all of y’all,it’s been a blessing
I just sold my old label,I’m doing what’s called finessing
Yeah that bitch is like a salad the way she be dressing
Gotta worry bout due dates all the time,they low key got me stressing
But I’m calm and collected
Like a firefly in a jar
Dissing on me won’t get you that fucking far
I’ll track you down in your fucking car
I’ll find out where the fuck you live
And I’ll murder you in front of your own kids
And make them bear witness
At a young age
I’m horrible,right?
I’m adorable,right?
Whatever I got on right now is very affordable,right?
And it’s logical,right?
With the tech I’m technological,right?
I can read myself my own rights
And I would still be right

SkywardVic the coldest mother fucker on planet Earth
That’s word to God and Mother Nature
You hear me?
You can’t stop me
I’m on my grind
At the right fucking time
You would need to get a new watch to be on the timing I’m on!
Alright I’ll be going now
Resume with whatever else you plan on doing
And thanks for shifting your attention to ALAMI CYPHER II
I’ll see you very soon