XXL Freshmen 2012 Cypher - Part 2

Act like you ain't heard
Know I stay mad fly like Angry Birds
Kid Ink I'm a beast, dog, heard me?
Pockets on Kirby, tell em that it's curtains
Draped up, fronting for my lateness
Spit that
Raw no latex, all you niggas safe sex
West side alumni, Batgang is what I rep
Shake em' up and watch em' dissappear
Like an Etch A Sketch yeah I'm the truth
You the one that she lied to
Probably got your girl taking
Orders like a drive-thru
Stay so hot, ain't nobody in my eye view
Blunt too fat, need a motherfucking lipo
Yeah only J's are the ones on my feet
Concrete nigga, I came from the streets
"Mother may I?" "Yes Indeed"
Got my weight up you see the freshman fifteen

I'm from the city of Seattle
Never been on that hat troop
Never played the guitar, never gotten tattoo
Unless you were a band or
A singer in a flannel
Then the street wasn't listening like
The city was sound proof
This is for my outcasts
Who live without mass
Thrift shop hustles who make it without cash
That can take a fat woman's
Fur jacket out the trash
Can and make it look like
Something Gucci Mane has
My momma said to keep on shining
Stare the crowd in the face
Never let 'em close their eyelids
It's just that moment you show
Them you're alive man give em' who you are
Why the hell are you hidin'?
So toughen up, sink or swim or knuckle up
I never play to be a
Runner up under they team
Nah, It's a hustle cuz when
Labels wanna fuck with us
We've build fan bases and
Turned fans to family
And for the world staring at that screen
We directing videos with our
Hearts on our nah
Fuck it a sleeveless stitch that
Caters into seam strips
But a re-up and eat that beat I
Need that bass like a fiend
Cause, needle in my arm
Plug it to the speakers
Heroin don, kick the habit, change dealers
Addict would probably buy Louis Vuitton
If it was cheaper
But I realize that you can't fill
A void with a visa
I got a chain with a space for Jesus
I haven't been to church and years
"Have you seen him?" remember the ideas
Record beneath the heavens
'Cause if I don't write my story
Then somebody else will tell it

My baby mama told the judge
I was a millionaire i wish somebody told me
I'm still dealing squares
Victory yeah the feelings rare
But the trigger on a blicker
Thinner than a hair
And yo girlfriend wetter than a wishing well
But I'll box with a bear
Before I hit her bare me in my kids in the
Mall trying' to Build-a-Bear
And I can't find a
Lamborghini Power Wheel anywhere
Hi ho lets lay, never-mind my name
Just know I'm paid
And I gets head home girl I'm a fade
So fresh to death, I should bathe in a grave
So I never spent a day in the cage
I got old school shooters like
Ray with the Trey
Fuck a freestyle, I get paid for what I say
Read my life story
Getting paid is on every page

You know I'm Iggy
Who you kidding? Go and tell your friends
I'm the chief and ya'll just the Indians
Iggy is a big dog, chilling in the left lane
But ain't got no leads
You chickens you ain't free range
You bitches can't see me, I aim high honey
Throw stones at your face
Never bother with your body
Cut straight to the chase, new age vigilante
You ain't taking shit from me, show my tick
If you want it baby what you looking at
Is a villain so hungry
What you smelling on me is
Getting to the money
Going green, flexing on em
Feeling like Gumby
Everybody on my dick, they wanna ride my pony
On my own dime
Don't need no one to sponsor me
Small bitches know
That you never eat lunch that's free
Gassed up off it, don't know the cost of it
It's got my name on is, I comped it