The AMP Freshman Cypher 2024, released on July 28, 2024, features a dynamic lineup of artists from the AMP collective, including notable figures like Agent 00, Duke Dennis, and JustFanum.
Here is the list of contestants in the AMP Freshman Cypher 2024:
- Agent 00 (Din “Agent 00 Gaming”)
- Duke Dennis (Duke “Duke Dennis Gaming”)
- JustFanum (Roberto “JustFanum”)
- ChrisNxtDoor (Chris “ChrisNxtDoor”)
- ImDavisss (Davis “ImDavisss”)
- Kai Cenat
- Kevin Hart (special guest appearance)
The cypher features a mix of popular AMP members showcasing their rapping skills, along with a surprise appearance by comedian Kevin Hart, who also delivers a verse.
Set against the vibrant backdrop of a New York penthouse, the cypher delivers a fresh and energetic visual and auditory experience. Each artist brings their unique style, tackling themes of success and personal journeys through confident and engaging verses.
Overall, the cypher has been well-received, highlighting the evolving landscape of online content creators in the rap scene.
AMP FRESHMAN CYPHER 2024 LYRICS
Agent 00
I don’t got no— ah
I don’t got no cousins— ah (Got that beat from Jumbo)
I don’t got no cousins in Alabama, nigga
Your friend was talking crazy, I almost blammed that nigga
Treat it like some Kool-Aid, ’bout to jam it in her
Special rock bottom, SummerSlam it in her
Beat a blind nigga ass, he ain’t see it coming
Fuck a deaf nigga bitch, he ain’t hear her moaning (Uh)
It’s a good day
I snuck in a special-ed class and got straight A’s
Straight up to the penthouse, got kicked out in six days
Shitting on these niggas, get a bidet
Seven figures, two months, throw a parade
Dick couldn’t get hard, she thought I was gay
Show you how this fire work like Fourth of July
Two guns, Akimbo, we gon’ slide (Baow)
“Bitch nigga screamed for help,” like AimHigh
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, you might die
Shit could get scary, bloody like Mary
My haters catch a case, they out on bonds like Barry
Never duck the smoke, I’m more like Tom than Jerry
Ask about me, nigga, I’m on your phone like Siri
Duke Dennis
I’m the talk of the city, you heard somethin’ different, it’s gettin’ ridiculous
Whole time, I be mindin’ my business, she grippin’ my dick while we takin’ a picture
But you can’t do shit without glazin’, nigga, nah, can’t have a baby with ya
I don’t go viral for dumb shit, but that’s how you know when you made it, nigga
I feel like that I’m in my prime, like I’m Cam Newton, Carolina
If them shooters want you, they gon’ find you, nigga
It ain’t shit to drop a dime for real
I just got to find the time, but, shit, I ain’t really got the time to kill
Really, it is what is, I did what I did, no point in denyin’ this shit
Hop out the Lamb’, then get in the Ghost
Steppin’ on all of they throats
Don’t be surprised, she know who I am, that’s why she call me the G.O.A.T
I got a video on camera, your bitch while she was drivin’ a boat
Nigga, don’t come to me askin’ me questions
Like do I know her and did I fuck her, nigga, when you know I did
How you know— that’s crazy
[?], yeah like, ayy
This shit crazy
Fanum
Fanum, Fanum, it’s Fanum
Whole lot of Troupe shit (Fanum), nigga
I said motherfuck the fame, nigga
I’m still the same nigga
Mother-mother-motherfuck the fuckin’ fame, nigga
I’m still the same nigga (Yeah)
I’m still the same nigga, huh
And I’m still gettin’ paid, nigga
I get paper, mula, yen and dollars (What else?)
Niggas mad ’cause your bitch be tryna holler (What else?)
Pop a collar, pop V’s, and pop Scotties
And niggas mad ’cause your bitch on my body (Ha)
Back then when I used to dream about the linguini
Nowadays, I push up in the straight Lamborghini
And it’s not no luck, man, it’s not no Jimmy
I know you wish it was, tryna save your feelings
But back then, I was tryna go and save my cheddar
And back then when I was reading immigration letters
And back then, the shoebox fit the nice Beretta
And back then, my uncles hopped out the green old Jetta
Make your body quiver
Make you shake, do the jitters
Discard you trash-ass niggas, I straight litter (Trash)
You livin’ bitter, can’t afford your babysitter (Facts)
Your baby moms at my crib, I’m straight with her
Straight with her, I’m a straight winner (Huh)
I sin every day, I’m sorry, God, I’m a straight sinner (Damn)
Ain’t gon’ lie, last night I had some great dinner (Facts)
My pockets keep gettin’ fat, they don’t get slimmer (Facts)
I mean, I like Rick with the Margiela (What else?)
My chain blind so much, I call it Helen Keller (What else?)
My left hand Mase, but my right hand a killer (What else?)
And I freestyle this whole shit, I’m feelin’ iller (Oh my God)
ImDavisss
Hold on, wait, haha, wait
It’s summer, I’ma still rock the coat like it’s winter
New V, I just got me a Sprinter
Don’t talk to me, you a beginner, uh
Four seasons, in a month, I done spent me a band
No reason, I be feelin’ lowballed on Grailed
ImDavisss & Fanum:
I’ma be honest, I been tryin’, like, to rap for like three years
It’s, it’s just not workin’ that well
Ayo, engineer, try the second beat
Bro, what is this? Bro
Bro, come on, bro
Alright, alright, alright
Wasn’t lookin’ for love, then you came along (Yeah)
How we got along? You singin’ to my songs
How you seem so perfect? Wasn’t doin’ nothing wrong (Doin’ nothing wrong)
I was feelin’ urgent, no, I couldn’t wait too long (Wait too long)
So I made you mine (Yeah), girl, I made you shine (Yeah)
Girl, you was the only thing runnin’ through my mind (Runnin’ through my mind)
Only girl I wanted (Yeah), the others I decline (Yeah)
You did all the right things, girl, I seen the signs
And she ain’t ever rude, no
I swear she took my heart
And can’t nothing tear us apart
No broken hearts
You do for me, I do for you
You do for me, I do for you
I swear she took my heart
And can’t nothing tear us apart
No broken hearts
There’s nothin’ I wouldn’t do for you, uh
ChrisNxtDoor
Oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh
When I say, “Any Means Possible,” it’s not just a motto
It’s more of a lifestyle, hold up
First and foremost, let me thank God for all of these blessings
On the first of October, the doctor pulled me out my mama
Even my diapers designer
Caviar all on my bibs
Pop a liquor, look at all our comments
On the top of the world with my partners
New York
We just left the mansion, into the fuckin’ penthouse
It got a helipad on that bitch (No, it don’t), on the top of it
Yes, it did (No, it doesn’t)
Yes, it did, yes, it did (No, it didn’t)
Yes, it did, bitch
Ayy
See, for real, I be out the way
Ayy, AMP been ballin’, yeah, that bag hit like a heavyweight
Told her bring her friends to the top floor, we gon’ celebrate
My circle on fire like hula hoops at the circus
And the crazy thing is that we ain’t scratch the surface
It sound like my accountant askin’ me what the fuck did I purchase?
I met this girl before the come-up, could’ve sworn she was perfect
Her heart was colder than an Elliante neckpiece
Switch her hair everyday, feel like I’m fuckin’ on a different woman
Then she gave me distance, so I started fuckin’ on different women
The thing I hate the most is niggas tryna put fear in me (I don’t fear you, nigga)
Oh, you got the gang outside? (I don’t fear them niggas)
Big G-O-D (I fear that, ho)
My account get low, my accent’s gone
I still put it on like fashion show
She want love and affection, probably won’t see her in my future
I’m manifestin’ countin’ them commas, they manifestin’ Kamasutra, ha
Go, go (Pfft), go
Nah, niggas tryna blow my shine like a solar eclipse
When I started makin’ money, everybody hates Chris
You steady typin’, tiptoein’ ’round my name, you ain’t make shit
I heard you was up in the pandemic, ain’t have pape’ since
I could use my left hand, I could use my right wrist
Kick my feet up like a Tarantino movie
I feel like Kill Bill, all my exes tryna pursue me
Kai Cenat
(Welcome to the friendzone, you will never escape
The friendzone, e—)
Heard you got a coupe, I got a coupe, but it’s a Benz, though
Kept it player even when she tell me, “But we friends, though” (Mmm)
Big Cenat, earrings on me same size as Mentos
Just like Big Tigger, I bring rappers through the basement (Mmm)
Difference between you and me is I don’t get complacent
If our cars get adjacent, please don’t try to race it (Mmm)
Streamer of the year, next fifty summers, time to face it
If I retire now, I’d still be set, I’m good for ages (Mmm)
Wouldn’t wanna be you on my deathbed, ain’t no tradin’ places
My life full of jacks and aces
Can’t fuck with me if you basic
My bank look just like the Matrix
Inside coupe tan just like Agent
Back and forth with my agent
If I press pause, they raise the wages (Huh)
Pray none of my bros get open cases
I ain’t care ’bout where I sleep long as Ma Duke’s crib get spacious
Bad bitch, retwist my hair, came through, didn’t even slay it
We heard the other cypher dropped, just didn’t nobody play it (Huh)
Anytime I talk, make sure your ears wide like gauges
Done been on many stages, real ones saw and they still go crazy
Rollie on my wrist, bustdown, go ask your baby
You do this for fun, I do this shit because they pay me
Thank God I made it
I’m the people’s champ
And they said I’m stamped
New whip off the ramp
Jumpin’ out the house like I’m Vamp, check my account
Put that on my camp
Glow up like a lamp
And I’m never shy
Get her panties damp
Two-seater cramped
Get rid of me, they can’t
Facts
Kevin Hart
You know, I get a lot of questions on the daily
I think that biggest question is, “Droppa, where’ve you been?”
My answer is, “Mindin’ my fuckin’ business”
Sometimes you got to pop out and show niggas, I guess this is my pop out
Let’s get it, let’s get it
Droppa, Real Rap Raw, you already know what it is, huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yo
All this talk about the big three, fuck that, them not me
Goddamn, I’m mad
Aw shit, you sad?
Well, it’s time to get glad, ’cause I’m back and I’m really mad
Put my feet on the ground, now, what you gon’ do but hear the sound?
Droppa, I been a dog
Fuck that, I been a hog
See food, I’ma grab it
Why? ‘Cause it’s mine, dog
I am him, you not them
Fuck that, I’m gon’ win
W’s and not for the West, it’s for me, and I’m gon’ win
Ah, damn, it’s been a while
I come back, I see your girl and I snatch her, it’s mine
I take it, I give that, I do what I want, that
Fuck that, it’s mine
Kitty cat, now flip back
Beat bops on beat bips and beet tips on beat lips
Fuck that, it’s me
Not them, I am that
Ooh, shit, come a lot, go ding-dong, ding-dong-da
Shouts out to all them
Fuck that, I’m gon’ win
Como-se, de-la-se, de-kan-de, de-wun-de
Onde, kun-dunde, di-chen-de, de-wun-de
Ule, an-de, come on, otunde
That’s different languages, bitch
I got it all, it’s in my bag
Fuck that, I’m runnin’ now
Aw shit, I’m gettin’ down
Droppa, the best back, and what I’m doin’? Gettin’ around
Feet on the ground
AMP, I’m with ’em now
I’m streamin’ with Kai now, what that mean? I don’t know
But I’m in it, you not
Fuck that, I got
I’m walkin’ off now ’cause I feel like I done got a lot
Aw shit, big bags, big money, big stack
Come on man, I’m doin’ too much?
Fuck that, it’s gotta lag
Delay, everybody, don’t move, just stay
I didn’t go nowhere, that was a delay
Fuck it man, I’m done now
I could have fun now
Ayy, Kai, man, y’all finished?
I’m on the run now
I’m out
You don’t get the mic back after I just did what I did to it
This mic got to be burnt
Bitch, I’ll do another freestyle right now
