[Intro: D Smoke]
What's up? My name is D Smoke, from Inglewood, California, and you're watching the 2021 BET Hip Hop Award Cypher with
Tierra Whack, GRIP, my man Smino and yours truly, D Smoke. Let's get it. DJ Hed, run that

[Verse 1: Tierra Whack]
Yo
Don't compare me to them other chicks
Tryna take me out? You need oven mitts
I got pull like [?]
Hold on, wait, I need another mint
They call me Whack 'cause it's my government
You must not know who you ******* with
Like a blind date
Prices going up like the crime rate
With the low life's, but we hydrate
When you're fly as me you gotta migrate
Big body Benz, make thе thighs quick
I run my city, that's the greatest mind statе
I'ma take my time and then make the time wait
They never thought I would make it far
I go to Forest like Bumpy Johnson
[?] ask me I'm from Wisconsin
Or, better yet, I'm unconscious
Don't you question me, don't you step with me
A fool is something I could never B-E-T
See me out in Philly, nobody with me
I'm by myself, just me and God
Bodies still all black: Bobby Seale
You gon' get somebody killed
Hold your horses, hold your breath
Hold it so long until you meet death
Study life, so I can cheat death
I work more now, but I eat less
Louis bags like I need rest
Tell them squares that I need checks
I ain't never wanna be best
'Cause I always knew I was, peace, light, and love, Whack
[Verse 2: GRIP]
Came to slap your favorite rapper
The [?] new kid that the labels after
I'll admit, you an amazin' actor
[?] get a seat at the table faster
Mayday, mayday, disaster
Mom prayed the pastor could save the bastard
I [?], y'all obey the master
Your mixtape get played for laughter
I'm the same one cats ignored
They like, "Why ain't I never heard that before?"
I rap for Blacks that's poor, get raps galore
Now I'm tryna give it back like a Macklemore
Heat the beat to death, get a casket or
Burn it, get the urn where the ashes stored
Yearn for things I earned and you askin' for it
Pap, pap, pap, [?]
Newest member of the Shady fam
It's like nobody ever really gave a damn
Now I'm sittin' at the table and I want all of the
[?] down to the Abraham's
Shout out to the ones that rejected me
And kiss my ass, respectfully, was yet to be
A threat, well, technically
It's a murder scene, y'all, movin' [?]
[Verse 3: Smino]
I've been going dumb [?]
Sick [?] from the C.D.C
Six in the morning with the [?]
Smitty [?] know who I be
I'm too low key to know who I freak
Too legit to Q-U-I-T
If I send that Q then it's O-V-E
Oh, you stupid dumb, 'cause you whack like T
[?] went too crazy
Damn
She let me beat it up, we were just blazin'
Shit
That boy be ballin' e'ry time I catch 'em
Smino [?] Beckham, I'm on a spectrum
Real good fella, real Joe Pesci
Sold a lot of records, I feel so Pimp C
[?]
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I don't chase clout, [?]
[?] tick tock when I drop, I'ma run out the clock
We do not talk, how 'bout white chalk?
Hopscotch, white meat poppin' [?]
Oh God
[Verse 4: D Smoke]
Here go this little intro
For simple minds who don't know I am
Simply instrumental
Young, in my prime, I let both my hands
Tickle, I reach, still pick a fight
I'm highly lyrical
Dirty Nikes, find me in a humble
Like high key pilot and hope I land
Uh, wait
My name D Smoke, Inglewood representer
Bitch, the flow be on heatstroke
Mingle with kings and queens
Like daily, yeah, that's my default
Still when I rap they gotta
Get buried, that's the beat fault
Keep chalk
Ready outline 'em
Okay, that's where you'll find 'em, hey
Betty, my nana, grandma
Improve my grammar, [?]
Curvy, albino
Tall, chocolate, short, don't discriminate
Women from heaven
God sent 'em, still that little angel [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?], ayy
Baby, you the [?] a burrito
So welcome to Jackson family
I'm one, but fo' sho' ain't Tito: MJ