Cypher by Thimphu City Thugs 5th Verse by Maynia Dhubee O.G Lyrics
Verse:
All I do is work like a 4.0 GPA sophomore from Berkeley
Oh dem B's be all over my D coz I play hard
When I spit Bhutanese folks looking at me like I'm a retard yeah
Depressed by the fact dhubee peeps
Predict that I can't make an impact
They say I lack the skills to thrill but I'm always on my mac keeping it trill
No faking no poker faces going ham leaving traces of me in the making of becoming a beast
Moi the best in the east from the west
Born blessed compared to the rest
Test me and I'll sink you six feet under like the rest
Trust me you don't wanna end up in that kind of mess
Confessed I'm oppressed with stress
If you fuck with my La Familia we gon quest with zest
Till we find you fuckers and fuck you fuckers up like a pest
Blood will be shed leave you drenched in red
Mummified in surgical tapes on a hospital bed yeah
I'm expressive & eloquent unlike Moses
Life's good homie on a bed of roses
Me, myself and I opened up my third eye bitches
I can see success embossed on my forehead
I can see seven figures figured on my forehead
Separated by two commas and I'm talking about dollars
Racks on racks on racks of
C notes
Every dog has his day, I'm on my way USA
All I do is work like a 4.0 GPA sophomore from Berkeley
Oh dem B's be all over my D coz I play hard
When I spit Bhutanese folks looking at me like I'm a retard yeah
Depressed by the fact dhubee peeps
Predict that I can't make an impact
They say I lack the skills to thrill but I'm always on my mac keeping it trill
No faking no poker faces going ham leaving traces of me in the making of becoming a beast
Moi the best in the east from the west
Born blessed compared to the rest
Test me and I'll sink you six feet under like the rest
Trust me you don't wanna end up in that kind of mess
Confessed I'm oppressed with stress
If you fuck with my La Familia we gon quest with zest
Till we find you fuckers and fuck you fuckers up like a pest
Blood will be shed leave you drenched in red
Mummified in surgical tapes on a hospital bed yeah
I'm expressive & eloquent unlike Moses
Life's good homie on a bed of roses
Me, myself and I opened up my third eye bitches
I can see success embossed on my forehead
I can see seven figures figured on my forehead
Separated by two commas and I'm talking about dollars
Racks on racks on racks of
C notes
Every dog has his day, I'm on my way USA