[Intro: Token]

Yeah! Cypher 5

And this marks one hundred free verses

And it feels good as a motherfucker...

Hehe

Shyea!

[Verse 1: Token]

Homie, we did it!

They said we wouldn't do it

But, mothafucka, we did it and we coming to get it

Jump in the bin and suckers are wishing none of us finished

But they be trippin' because we be different than others who did it

My team coming to get it

We hustling with it

Now we watching dreams come to fruition

I trust in my clique and all of our wishes

None of us getting up to the feeling of team love every minute

We the truth to rap

We ain't talking 'bout shit we ain't doing yet

You ain't fly, bitch, you’re plain–cool your jets

You ain't shooting TECs

Only TECs/texts you shoot is to your friends

When we be getting confused and stressed

The remedy's melody–music, yep

It's enemy left with serenity

Fellas who step to me best be immune to death!

[Verse 2: Trey Peace]

I-I let a verse out then I reload

Once a month, gotta meet up with my PO

Green comes after hard work like Ceelo

Want a mill' in their faces and I ain't stoppin' if I see those

(Waste, waste) Waste my time, I don't do

Checkmate, you’ve got no moves

The patient ones, we wait it out

Then finish the job on our own two

My inventory: stock-piled

Am I Lucifer's spawn or God's child?

Dulled out, dumbed down

This generation's too docile

You live for this image

As if all these riches will fall from the sky to reward it

But listen, that isn't the life that's worth living

You clearly forgot what's important

[Verse 3: Composition]

People like you never work this hard

You heard these bars?

Lemme reverse

I know you get a bit hurt

'Cause I be getting it first, and you be getting it last

And you'll be getting a spurt

You'll be grinding

I don't give a fuck about timing

Put in the work and the stars get aligning

Kid is just shining, I live it to find it

You don't support, then don't support it

Then don't get behind it, ya bitch!

Yeah, and stay off of my dick

Pardon my lips, put my heart in my shit

In the dark, I'm gon' shine

So it's all on my list

Stay calm, kill y'all

Y'all be balling y’all fists with the anger

Fuckin' with me spell danger

Savor the fruits of my labor

Can't say it to my face?

See y'all later, straight up

I could give a fuck about a hater

[Verse 4: Du-Karan]

Survival of the fittest

When push comes to shove

We see them weak niggas trippin'

I ain't tryna be a critic, but the juice beats

You count down the digits

I'm imploding your mind from a listen

I'm living in a dope-dope prism

You lack confidence

Now you won't pull the trigger *gun cock* *gun blast*

Huh!

Now when your mind gets slimmer, there’s a tide

Get thin and buckle down to get bigger

I ain't got no f[?]

I'm like "Fuck them niggas!"

Motherfuckers know better

It's Duke for your mind

Fuckin' up with mine

My endeavor

Combust in time

[?] and we’ll shine

My influence much clever

Ha, I do it better

[Verse 5: Token]

Feels like yesterday, I mean it

I was still BDG, Comp's name was C. Mitch

Hope and Dayo there, too

Trey was teaming up with a microphone

He was waiting to begin

Trey and Dayo had the [?] to create and achieve it

I ain’t lyin’, I didn’t think we would make it–believe it

But they weren’t takin’ no for an answer

They dropped it without telling me

Fuck it, that was motivation we needed

That’s love! It’s been that!

Look at all those videos, hard work from Dayo to film that

If Trey got his eye on a goal, he gon’ get that

Comp been my closest friend since then

Duke been like new family and no bullshit

Hope is my dude, he support to the fullest

There’s nothing we can’t fuckin' achieve!

I love all my fans and I love all my team!

[Verse 6: Trey Peace]

Listen, we rep what we came to invent

A rose from concrete: that’s my team

And we kept moving step after step

To arise from the depths

Only grind, we don’t rest

Put our mind to the test

For these measures that pleasured the masses

Said we’d do it and then made it happen

Five cyphers later plus one hundred tracks

It’s surreal but this only was practice

Sure, it’s a bit of work, writing the verse

But no songs would be here if the mic wasn’t first

I thank Token for that plus he mixed every damn track

He’s too dope with the craft

New thoughts for shots time and time again

Shout out to Dayo, the man behind the lens

Add Composition and Du-Karan

And the cypher’s complete

To good times, it's Peace!

[Verse 7: Composition]

A hundred–I’m talkin’ a hundred verses

In a hundred weeks, you askin’ what’s the purpose

Scratch the surface

Pin out these mothafuckas who stay consistent

Talking down

We all been through this shit

I see with the vision like look what we built

I told myself I ain’t gon’ be a statistic

I’ll be here forever

Yeah, we on a mission

Quiet, man, y’all need to listen

He’s so insistent

Nah, he’s been grindin’, he’s been consistent

Sitting through bull shit will never be weak or submissive

See my position, we lead and we listen

No need for decisions, mind made up

Trey see his PO, if we all go, they gon’ violate us–too dope

Don’t talk like you know, you don’t! (don’t)

[Verse 8: Du-Karan]

Niggas, they can see your truth through the bullshit

It’s Glass House, nigga, we got the blueprint

If you don’t feel us, we’ll be a nuisance

In a playlist of the music you get high to

Use it, abuse it

Main attraction with the music or muses [?]

Yaga know like Dayo, the cool kid

Catch a fade by the talent of a smooth lens

I keep on talkin’ (Token), Trey find peace

Composition’s now spoken

Hundred free verses, intricate wordplay, and curses

Earned a place in the urn, we give purpose

We killed it!

Navigated the roost to destroy this!

Cypher 5!

Glass House!