[Intro: Chris Brown]
Welcome to the Cypher
Myself, K-Mac, Ace Hood, Tyga
It's the Cypher, let's go

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Uh
Moment of silence for this beat that I'm about to kill
And all you rappers signed a suicidal deal
No hard feelings pimpin', it's what authentic is
Month-old denims, thirty grand in the steel (Woo!)
Sleepin' on me, I put gas in your Nyquil
Gettin' money while your pockets on the diet pill
Flow knock 'em cold out like Benadryl
Glock cold fourteen, call it Emmett Till
Yeah, billionaire, it's a state of mind
That's the Rollie on, thankful for these good times
Michael Corleone back when he was in his prime
That's how I'm feelin' while I'm fuckin' my new Spanish dime
Damn, and you can tell I'm on another level
He think he better than I? He get the J letter
Yeah, jumped in jack, be a trendsetter
You lookin' at the best, how you doin'? It's a pleasure

[Interlude: Ace Hood, Kevin McCall]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, rise up
[Verse 2: Kevin McCall]
I'm at the top like a high note, killin' for survival
Jeffery Dahmer, I'ma slaughter every beat that I'm on
Y'all was sleepin' on me, so I had to turn the lights on
My pockets swollen, I should put some ice on
Shout out to Breezy, could've never did this shit alone
Like potty trainin', could've never did this shit alone
If we ain't the best to do this shit, then prove us wrong
Flow sicker than HIV, I guess that mean I'm full-blown
And of course, I'm just speakin' metaphorically
Livin' fantastic, I wonder if there's four of me
This is just a sample, so if you want more of me
You have to rewind time unless the microphone's recordin' me (Ayy)
K-Mac rhymin' on the payback
The truth will set you free, so I'ma testify and say that
Ballin' like a preacher, catch me rollin' in my Maybach
Shinin' 'cause I blew myself up, Arab

[Interlude: Kevin McCall, Tyga]
Haha
Uh, ha!

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Look at me now, my dawgs said that we gon' be rich one day
But I'm Anfernee, I do things the Hardaway
Easy Bake, fast cake, rearrange your vertebrae
Try like a murder case, you gon' need ice skates
Thin ice, I be icier than a winter lake
Oh, you clockin' my swag, well, you a little late
Prolly make more when I'm gone, Mike J
Smooth Criminal, sweet bass, I call it Sade (Ooh)
Why you starin' so long? What? Your eyes gay?
Money talk, so I just walk and let it translate
You ain't fuckin' with me, I don't fornicate
I just let her taste test, then she let my kids chase
Young Money, Cash Money, dollars, big face
So when you talkin', new rappers, don't compare me
Haha, ah!
I'm a last king, we don't talk rappers if it ain't YMCMB
[Interlude: Tyga, Chris Brown]
Yeah
Yeah, haha
Yeah

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Look, said I was down for the count, let's make 'em eat they words
And if it's beef, well, sweet, I make 'em bite the curb
This probation got me walkin' on the straight and narrow
I'm takin' shots in the club just likes it's double barrel
Come on, live through what I've been through
This media so fucked up, that's why I don't do no interviews
And I ain't gotta break shit, but I bend the rules
I skateboard, kick-flip right in my pool
With two hundred model chicks, super gettin' loose
They just want a big dick, did I say that? Oops
Ha, oh my, oh my, where's my manners?
Pardon me for this grammar, this Virginia country grammar
Goin' nuts like some Planter's, man, my chain feel like a anchor
When I told you to use your head, I ain't want you to be no thinker
Fresher than a mothafucka, yeah, you got your stink up
Yeah, swallow your pride, yeah, go 'head and drank up
Shame on you