Friday Night Cypher - Big Sean feat Tee Grizzley, Kash Doll, Cash Kidd, Payroll, 42 Dugg, Boldy James, Drego, Sada Baby, Royce da 5'9 & Eminem
This that clipse sample
F_ck that talking let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands around them hundreds you know how much that is
Too much to give me cash they had to wire me the back end
N_ggas in here looking tough you know that I got Mag in
Ask me am I only rapping you know I got that bag in
Band man like Lonnie, want my head, come find me
Lil' bro in that b_tch chilling he ain't trying to come home cocky
He come home to a dollar and a mansion and a choppa
And a desert on a dirt bike VLone shirt and the Pradas
Big n_gga fresher than you, f_ck you and your stylist
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smiling
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in the water
They gonna think you a lobster, n_gga
I just dropped a kit you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news
All my b_tches winning how it feel to lose?
N_gga trying to get the box like he finna move
B_tch, I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle your n_gga still drink Pinnacle
B_tch your taste is pitiful
I talk cash sh_t you ain't cash sh_t call up baby choppa Cash Kidd is still my cash kid
You stay back like ad libs, I buy, I don't ask sh_t, I pop sh_t and pop tags, b_tch
This New Era be cappin'
Me Sean T off that Pusha T, ain't no pushing me, bro might put you on to T
Dot my Is and cross my Ts, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't put you on to me A+ p_ssy worth a B, n_gga
You n_ggas ain't with no B, f_ck outta here
I keep dying in my dreams but life's great when I stay woke
Bet you love dreaming that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me 40 make you back up like Dej Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered down Jhene Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny n_gga you know I'm finna to handle it
Put a body on a ratchet I feel like Dr Miami
N_ggas try to ride my wave like they stopping a taxi
On a six, in a Lam, but I'm not that b_tch Mary
But once they counted me out I came back with a vengeance
And back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winning
Rap failed, oh well, gimme back my scale and a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele
41 P I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's n_gga don't call me
Don't insult me, wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this sh_t cost me
Don't worry I'll make it back before you sip coffee
I roll with hustlers n' bosses, bosses n' hustlers, had to find my hustle I was lost in the gutter
Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut b_tter
B_tch it's BYLUG for life never crossing my brothers
I f_ck with six mile, not too much the seven, they free to fall
That's your b_tch, huh? well, get her together she f_cking bro
You know them road trips still a dub in, sub in
Even if the party was seven the strip club ten
I'm all in this b_tch on the tether I'm throwing dubs still
I put her in the Bentley matching rims free
Told her keep the G Wagon plain don't even tint these
Came f_cking with a lame, dog you got her head big
300 a line for the wop I'm sipping red still
I know how the feds feel I make it hard to catch me
'Cause selling corn still code word for reggies
I ain't sign a deal yet f_ck it I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eating free my n_ggas 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead, we ain't even jet back, ante up b_tch
Free them boys
We gon' make it off the Ave, get a half then I shake it
Some like a bad habit we ain't have it we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab now my bag big as yappers
Workers begging me for time off asking me for raises
Playin' me since I was the accountant, bubble wrap it up and tape it
All my b_tches want allowance, plug asking me for favors
I been out of town so long had to get reacquainted with the neighbors
On the block all these cash we been raking
Way before the rap when I was writing verses
We was beating up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
We was loading up the Glock and filling up the hearses
Now I'm preaching like it's Sunday trying to teach the sermon
Trying to teach 'em how to get it fill up they mammas' purses
So they ain't standing in front of judge listing to the verdicts
'Cause we was standing on the block thugging with the serpents
Get caught with Curtis Blow on me and they gon' close the curtains
Million-dollar cars you can't merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift
She gonna play her part so well you thought that she rehearsed it
Don life worship, holly temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches
Look, I can't even chill I get active, overdoing everything my best and worst habit
Sh_t be impossible 'til it happens, I never thought I'd see Kobe got before Magic
That taught me first no seconds to waste, only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face
F_ck you think she doing over here watching Netflix, beard game might just let it grow down to my neckless
I don't hope for wins I expect it, adrenaline in me like it got injected
My girl said I got communication issues, no I don't
I just don't like sharing all my problems more than the results
I bring the plan back to my team tell them go wild
God, body, my physique, and my profile
I did every single goal that I wrote down, checked it off it's old now
And that sh_t give me chills, f_ck I gotta take yours
I'm the originator make it then I make more written in stone you can't forge
You ain't on my level even if we in the same building on the same floor
Oh boy, black out, dough boy, cash out, payroll, contract maxed out, cash kidd, cash cow, tapped in, now can't tap out
B_tch keep thinking I'm sleeping, it's Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creeping in
Little b_tch, if it weren't for me you wouldn't exist, you get the gist?
F_ck a cease and desist, they shooting up seats in exits, throwing plays to my bros, I'm leading the league in assists
Hop scotch, black top, I ain't been skipping a step since
Realist stays, 'zilla every day, b_tch I might just change my profession
Got so many rainy days, it changed my complexion
Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection, I turned out to be the man that I manifested
F_ck the bullsh_t, I ain't here to make no friends can't get boo with me
Since an adolescence I was ignant up in school tripping
Pistol at my desk I was sitting up in school with it
Put your b_tch hand in my corner pocket play pool with it
She gonna eat the d_ck, both balls licked, and do it to me (What else?)
Ain't go to college I ain't want no p_ssy n_gga' rooming with me
Still coulda went to college Sada ain't no fool n_gga
Every clip we got extended yellow perkies look like minions
Put Church's Chicken on you n_ggas scrap them boys for half a biscuit
You know I like the burner but I'll beat your ass to sh_t personally
Hit a n_gga in his sh_t with this fifty or thirty do
Name a n_gga outta the D as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars n_gga knowledge is key
I did it all without a college degree
I went from hottest signed artist dondaada to G
Street lord, Rock bottom, Godfather and P
D boy, rockwiller Sean sada and T
Standing on the corner three days phone is on Motorola prepaid
Theodora or a Gold Ellesses these are ordered from the older East Bay's
She either rolling with the owners or the lessee
A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges
A wise man knows a wise man knows nothing
I thought I told you motherf_ckers I ain't need a budget
I ride with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin worldwide got arenas buzzin
We survived getting fronted by Ilinea's cousin
Before you could sell like Cole and Adale or go NFL be Kobe or Kellz
The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail
The fight as been fixed since the opening bell
And you know who posting your bail who promoting your L
Who be hoping you fail n_gga Oprah and Gayle
Ignore the hate show the world that we love the opps
Call the aura great while they make great wrestle docs
Nah
B_tch you have never said a clever line ever
You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured I'mma treat this booth like I'm peeling off the plastic
On a pill bottle, I'm tearing the ceiling off
Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, ditch 'em
I'm strapped up with ammunition and single-handedly taking over the game
Like I had an actual hand missing but I only need one to clap
Animal ambition, the only f_cking way that you're strapped is for cash
Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherf_cking imaginary little hand gun you're brandishing
B_tch, if you pull up with the stick it's a car with a manual transmission
Chances of loading one that I will overcome my bipolar one
Voodoo dolls, I'm just poking fun, pins to me are like loaded guns
When I'm holding one if I'm just fiddling with it
This motherf_cker discharges like me checking myself out of the f_cking mental hospital
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it, it feels like I'm being belittled by midgets
It's like holding a nuke or damn bazooka and walking right up in the middle of a little kids f_cking pillow fight with it
You want smoke, I'm like hookah
Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my f_cking Pumas, run home and go f_ck my room up
These streets will try to vacuum you up that's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile and Hoover (What?)
'Cause it s_cked like a Rumba but even if I would've went the Indie route
I don't have any doubt I would still get blown like a swindy out
Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out
This is the beginning of the ending but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds
If I dig deep down but I'm in my bag like Fendi
Who am I offending now?
Got so many f_cking detractors feels like I'm getting plowed
Had to put my money on a diet I got too many pounds
You would think I'm turning pages the way that I'm flipping paper
Middle fingers them b_tches get to waving like friendly neighbors
I'm talking loot like I'm rioting thing is so big it can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
But I don't think it would be logic to say I'm retiring
But I should say bye bye or things cause I'm back on Uranus f_cking up this grinding beat
I took the pain and learned how to put that sh_t into a song
You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart
So when I am ripping it's hard to tell where the impetus
Really because how I feel about amateurs with the b_tch that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at f_cking St Vincent de Paul
Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil to sharpen like I'm quick on the draw
So win that Pulitzer Prize like Kendrick Lamar
You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog cause y'all missing a heart
Plus your b_tch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz
This sh_t is like sitting in the principal office getting scalded for skipping, ya'll got detention
While I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal, b_tch your skin's gonna crawl
I'm invincible, I've been through it all, like I never thought about just ending it
Until I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall
While my back was against, now I rap like I'm possessed, that's nine tenths of the law
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