YV Cypher, Vol. 1

YV Hello? K Double money Sweeter on the tongue, now I'm calling her my honey I take another dose, it's doing damage on my tummy Bring her 'round the Visionaries and I swear she going dummy Bossed up fit, that's a quintessential verse Shh, that's an instrumental verse I could drop a body way I'm slicing through a fit YV12 how I'm coming with the whip Let it Run out, 'nother reason for the pour Tell her "throw it back" get to working on her core Taking over stages if we ever hit your spot Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3 Young man's Twitter start to glorify me Tell me wait but I prefer to push the limits Eyes on the peak ride this beat 'till I'm finished Ooh it's Double D Jat don't lack no limit no barrier Waste mans talking shit thinking that we fear ya Your name never rung a bell no carrier Keep talking all that shit from the Yay Area You think they got the bars all the clean flows But when your career dies we'll pull up to the funeral Lookin like the mafia, coming out the limo And watch us hit the cupid shuffle on your tombstone (woo) YV ballin out like the 96' Bulls (yeah) Thinking you could do it better or do the most (nope) After hearing your songs all we gotta ask Are you dumb stupid or dumb motherfucker? Pulling up and we shoot, we be hitting them with juice The bars been overused, you're trash that's nothing new (woo) It's facts I'm in my bag you know I'm on a level That y'all can't obtain, YV running this wave Aye, been waiting so long, Wrote so many damn songs, This the celebration, of patience, I needed all along It's feeling real now, screaming real loud In front of real crowds? No more mirrors now The world's in shambles yet I feel like I'm not figured out The perfect metaphor for me, I'm filled lots of doubt I feel so anxious all the time, and I just wanna shout, I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about? Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real They said "cheques or e-transfer" I said "dollar bills" Bills like pelicans, I stay relevant Leo Decaprio, call me The Revenant I got sauce, yea pizza like an 8 slice Your girl sus, if she ain't say "goodnight" I'm Goofy, like I'm Luffy, Luffy like it's One Piece Don't hate my vibes, cuz "I'll be here all week" TK A lot of you got a track with a BeatStars tag (tell em) Who got the Off White Nikes at the race? (get it?) You know I link with the Train for the placement Finna say some shit, give me something spacious One of you got a friend and they fly you out to Nashville I heard that shit and I popped two Advil YV Tape I'mma keep this mad real That was last year but the boys feel bad still (why?) It's bigger than the region in my eyes It's about the younger generation getting shine EC1 homie, it's about time That we bring a scene back in the 905 Little bro writing records, he ain't even been to prom yet Young Young Visionary, literary bomb threat YV conquest every single spot in your girlfriend's top 10 Watch this We a different breed Saviours from the newest team Lost on a star on a foreign dream Intercontinental bastard, we fly in with gleam Evisceration, castration for any rapper that think they got me Gravitating to there loosely designed abomination Levitation when you hear it, turn your ears into a spaceship NASA interstellar, intoxication Drinking lonely, few might blow my fuse One bullet in the chamber, spin it how can I lose Christopher Walken, The Deer hunter Red bandana when I'm fucking, texts from your ex that I'm ducking Retrace the steps, I looked my best The day I wore that suite, it was your death The ditch you laid in, moments of your last breaths Young Visionaries, oh what a marvelous set Close your eyes after the duel at noon so you can rest Working on my music 9-5 like a desk job (work) I'm not into playing games this not a X-Box (nah) I been on the go so long I need a rest stop (ooh) I'm just looking for that money like I'm Prescott, guaranteed (yuh) I'm a product of a group blowing up, apparently You a product of some bad parenting There's no comparison and it's embarrassing You looking stupid; COVID crisis with Americans This isn't fair but it's the matchup of the night YV smooth like that Brandy on some ice Took a bowl to the head, call me Sandy taking flight Damn I'm feeling nice, keep in check like my Nikes And I feel enticed to keep it real like on my tape (huh) Got these lyrics in my head and not up on my face (no) I'm about my crew like nautic mates Making waves, tectonic plates Shake the place like loaded plates And we bout to take the game, cooking rappers, Easy Bake Pax I wanna give a big shout out to the ones that doubted (ones that doubted) The ones I outed with their clouded judgement The ones whose hourglasses heavy at the bottom Take a look through our glasses see we're ready for the problem Someone told me that I got the region on my back It's deadweight, never had it you can have it back (have it back) Cause these boomers and these losers only cater to each other Drop an album in the spring and then it's never seen the summer, such a bummer (hah) Same name as Tesla, I had to impress the Audience it's oddly been a mission to express a Message to the rest of the region and the best of Competition get a wake up call like an espresso (whoa) Jesus please, Beezus, ease it in (ease it in) I eat em up and they plain they need some seasoning I'm heating up need a plane for every season in Boutta take the YV jet til I eject, (Nick Bee) So pass the rock I'm on a rampage Prolly gon need a fan page It's been a fucking minute so get me up on a damn stage They been tryna cover all my light like a lampshade Taking YV from the streets into a brand name Young Leonardo, swear that you can't catch me Got the green light, you wait, I'm great gatsby I don't even dance, I get bands like Backstreet And now we bring the heat like we Olympic athletes Match me? Nah, you know that we run it Notice how we made a profit all without a budget We don't rent any whips just to flex to the public We just get a good idea, test it out and say fuck it But we don't get these awards, they don't recognize talent They just fantasize about overloading their balance Now they prolly all jelly, they been stuffing the ballots No challenge, got their faces slanted like italics YV Yeah Young Visionaries