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- Hold on I'm gonna call you right back.
Yo what's up guys, it's Young Devyn
and welcome to the 2019 BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher,
come with me for a second.
I got my boy Bandhunta Izzy, we got Jazz Anderson,
and to start it off we got my girl, Dae Jones.
You ready?
- Let's get it.
- [Young Devyn] Hey.
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- ♪ Hot damn, hot day, hot shower ♪
♪ Getting (censored) from the scammer ♪
♪ I'ma call you in an hour, woo ♪
♪ Woo, damn, ha, they done let me in this shit ♪
♪ Came through the door ♪
♪ Talkin' ownerships and businesses ♪
♪ Bitches scared to (censored) with me, ♪
♪ A bad bitch with benefits ♪
♪ Take your (censored), boss him up, ♪
♪ And show him how to flip some shit ♪
♪ My city, they be flipping shit, ♪
♪ And I ain't talking mattresses, ♪
♪ Fifty dead every week, they shooting more than actresses ♪
♪ Bitches ball, hogging, hella thirsty, ♪
♪ Need to pass this shit ♪
♪ I heard your shorty needs that 40, ♪
♪ Texan selling nasty shit ♪
♪ I've been on some tax shit, ♪
♪ Running up a bag, sis ♪
♪ Officers around my around city, Google where I'm at, bitch ♪
♪ Put me in that seat, five four three, watch me blast off ♪
♪ Running all season see I work my (censored) ass off ♪
♪ When it's show time, swear to God it ain't no pass it ♪
♪ That's God's plan, so I don't ask no questions ♪
♪ Last time I saw that casket, nephew, that hurt the baddest ♪
♪ But I'ma get us out the hood, I swear to God, no capping ♪
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- Yo.
♪ The name J-A double Z ♪
♪ Knew my calling before I could speak ♪
♪ Had the light before I could see, ♪
♪ By the message before I could tweet ♪
♪ So, where the love at ♪
♪ Why you hate me ♪
♪ In my own lane, H-O-V like Jay-Z ♪
♪ Only in the business that pay me ♪
♪ And everything I'm not is everything that make me ♪
♪ God said I'ma be the best ♪
♪ Yeah, he meant that ♪
♪ Ma said they hate before they love you ♪
♪ Yeah, I could sense that ♪
♪ My ex called, said I ain't shit ♪
♪ Ooh, he resent that (laugh) ♪
♪ And my dad never said enough ♪
♪ But yeah, I forgive that, look ♪
♪ You ain't on my level ♪
♪ I pull strings, I am Geppetto ♪
♪ My pot is filled with gold ♪
♪ Me and you ain't got the same kettle ♪
♪ I'm trying to bring home that trophy ♪
♪ So my dog could put down his metal ♪
♪ I sign all around just like the bezel ♪
♪ And if you owe me money only time I settle, Jazz ♪
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- ♪ Look, hold up bitch ♪
♪ I make her flip like a gymnast ♪
♪ Playing with pots like chemists ♪
♪ No dance, whip it ♪
♪ Chopper the size of a midget ♪
♪ It make 'em choke like a biscuit ♪
♪ This that lazy flow, I'm screwed up ♪
♪ (Censored) around, I'ma drill 'em ♪
♪ Feel like Zimmerman, you go hard for your hood ♪
♪ (Censored) around, I'ma kill 'em ♪
♪ Izzy, why the (censored) you ain't blow ♪
♪ Blow high, I got blow for the low ♪
♪ Blow a (censored) when I'm blowing the poor up ♪
♪ Be low and get a dub with my bros ♪
♪ Be low and get a dub, whoa ♪
♪ Spell it out bitch, I'm a pro ♪
♪ B-L-O-W, oh ♪
♪ (Censored), you know I'ma GOAT ♪
♪ Baltimore, that's where I'm from ♪
♪ Sell drugs, get a ball or gun ♪
♪ Shooting dice in the hood, that's fun ♪
♪ Wear the Nikes if you seeing me run ♪
♪ Yeah, I've been rapping for a long time ♪
♪ No change, I was selling hard dimes ♪
♪ Dolce dripping and I bought mine ♪
♪ No salt shaking, boy the salt grind ♪
♪ I switch it, like outfits ♪
♪ Should've shoot for the green like Celtics ♪
♪ Might drop a (censored) like a mixtape ♪
♪ And get bipped up, oh, real shit ♪
♪ Oh well shit ♪
♪ This regular, dummmy ♪
♪ I could get rich on a cellular, dummy ♪
♪ (Censored) your bitch 'cause she wanted me to ♪
♪ She took off all her clothes without telling me, dummy ♪
♪ Yeah, don't be mad at me ♪
♪ I got some (censored) that trap for me ♪
♪ I got some (censored) that selling that gas ♪
♪ No trash, they put it in bags for me ♪
♪ I got some (censored) that put on the mask, fast ♪
♪ And they got accuracy ♪
♪ I got some (censored) that pull up to churches, bitch ♪
♪ And they'll blast for me ♪
♪ Ironic ♪
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- ♪ Yeah, Brooklyn, Trinidad, listen ♪
♪ Call me the GOAT, I'm the greatest ♪
♪ I'm seeing more green than Jamaicans ♪
♪ I'm Trini but know couple Haitians ♪
♪ Still repping Brooklyn, I'm nothing to play with ♪
♪ And I never had to go sell out my body ♪
♪ To be everybody's hood favorite ♪
♪ They said all this winning is making me cocky ♪
♪ Let me get humble to say this ♪
♪ There is nobody ahead of me ♪
♪ Cooking what's next to me ♪
♪ I got the recipe, dog ♪
♪ Killing you rappers, no felony ♪
♪ Go get my clemency ♪
♪ I'm only 17, dog ♪
♪ Little, but I'm top guy ♪
♪ I'm a diamond in the rough, but I'm rock size ♪
♪ Everybody gonna hate till a kid got great ♪
♪ Now they wanna get a taste of my (censored) ♪
♪ Last year I was stressed, I was depressed ♪
♪ Writing my music, but still I went left ♪
♪ Then I started realizing I'm gifted ♪
♪ Like I don't know God put a bow on my head ♪
♪ Circle rappers, I done been the pace ♪
♪ Wash 'em up and I'll mint the place ♪
♪ I was starving, had to get my plate ♪
♪ I'm bout my hustle like I'm Nip, the Great ♪
♪ Young Devyn ♪
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