Friday Night Cypher

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Hit-Boy
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy
**** that talkin, let the clip slam em
Yellow bands around them hundreds, you know how much that is (Tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the backend (Send it)
Niggas in here lookin tough, you know that I got mag in (What?)
Ask me am I only rappin, you know I got that bag in (You see it)
Bandman like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head? Come find me (Come get it)
Lil bro in that bitch chillin, he aint tryna come home cocky (He chillin)
He comin home to a dollar (Dollar), and a mansion and a chopper (What else?)
In the desert on a dirt bike (Skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (Fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, **** you and your stylist (Woah)
Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, thats why I aint smilin (Damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz
Kash Dollll paint you red, throw you in the water, they gon think you a lobster, nigga (Gang)
Uh
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous til they make the news
All my bitches winnin, how it feel to lose?
Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move
Bitch, Im at my pinnacle, I used to shop at Pinnacle
Your nigga still drink Pinnacle, bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you aint cash shit
Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my casket
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I dont ask shit
I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin, uh
Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T, aint no pushin me
Bro might put you on a tee, dot my Is and cross my Ts
Bro might put you six feet or bro gon put your on your feet
But bro cant put you onto me
A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas aint worth no B, **** outta here
I keep dyin in my dreams but life great when I stay woke
Bet you love dreamin, thats the only time you aint broke
Try me, 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered down, Jhené Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny
Nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
Niggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin a taxi
On a six in a Lam, but Im not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby), four-one
They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance
In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin
Rap failed, oh, well, give me back my scale
And a burn-out cell, Ill grow clientele
Four-one P, I dont sell dreams, I wholesale Ps
Want halfs, nigga, dont call me, dont insult me (Boy)
Wrist frosty, bout eighty what this shit cost me
Dont worry, Ill make it back before you sip coffee
I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers (Yeah)
Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter
Got out that jam, now its foriegns with the seat peanut butter
Bitch, its BYLUG for life, never crossin my brothers
(Lets go)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I **** with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
Thats your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she ****in bro
You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in
Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten
Im all in this bitch on the tether, Im throwin dubs still
I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free
Told her keep the G-Wagen plain, dont even tint these
Came ****in with a lame , dog, you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock, Im sippin red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cause sellin corn still code word for reggies
I aint sign a deal yet, **** it, I dont need em
He aint dead, we aint jet-black, ante up, bitch
Free them boys
We gon make it off the Ave, get a half, then I shake it
Some like a bad habit, we aint have it we gon take it
Came up off a fity slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin me for time off, askin me for raises
Playin me since I was the accountant, bubble wrap it up and tape it
All my bitches want allowance, plug askin me for favors
I been out of town so long had to get reaquainted with the neighbors
On the block, all this cash we been rackin
Way before the rap when I was writin verses
We was beatin up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
We was loadin up the Glock and fillin up hearses
Now Im preachin like its Sunday, tryna teach the sermon
Tryna teach em how to get it, fill up they momma purses
So, they aint standin in front of a judge, listing to the verdicts
Cause we was standin on the block, thuggin with the serpents
Get caught with Curtis Blow on me, and the gon close the curtians
Million dollar cars you cant 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, Holy temokem synagouge, tabernacle, churches
Look, I cant even chill, I get active, overdoin everythin, my best and worst habit
Shit be impossible til it happens, I never thought Id see Kobe go before Magic
That taught me first, no seconds to wast, only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face
**** you think she doin over here watchin Netflix
Beard game might just let it grow don to my neckless
I dont hope for for wins, I expect it, adrenaline in me like it got injected
My girl said I got communication issues, no I dont
I just dont like sharin 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, its old now
And thats shit give me chills, ****, I gotta take yours
Im the originator, make it then, I make more written in stone, you cant forge
You aint on my level even if we in the same buildin on the same floor
Oh, boy, black out, dought boy, cash out, Payroll, contract maxed out
Cash Kidd, cash cow, tapped in, now cant tap out
Bitch keep thinkin Im sleepin, its Tony on the monitor
I see your ass creepin in
Little bitch, if it werent for me, you wouldnt exist, you get the gist?
**** a cease and desist, they shootin up seats in exits
Throwin plays to my bros, Im leadin the league in assists
Hop scotch, black top, I aint been skippin a step since
Realest stays, Zilla every day, bitch, 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
**** the bullshit, I aint here to make friends, cant get boo with me
Since an adolescence I was ignorant up in school, trippin
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon eat the ditch, both balls licked, and do it to me
AInt go to college, I aint want no pussy nigga roamin with me
Still couldve went to college, Sada aint no fool, nigga
Every clip we got extended, yellow perkies look like minions
Put Churchs Chicken on you, nigga scrap, them boys do for half a biscuit
You know I like the burner, but Ill beat your ass to shit personally
Hit a nigga in his shit with this .50 or .30 do
Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key
I did it all without a college degree
I went from hottest signed artists Don the [?] to G
Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather and P
D-Boy, rockwiller Sean, Sada and Tee
Standin on the corner, three days, phone is on Motorola prepaid
Theodora or a Fold Ellesses, these are ordered from the older East Bay
She either rollin with the owners or the lease
A kind man knows a blind man hold grudges
A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin
I thought I told you mother****ers I aint need a budget
I ride with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin worldwide, got arenas buzzin
We survived gettin fronted by Ilineas cousin
Before you could sell like Cole and ODell, or go NBA, be Kobe or Kells
The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail
The fight has been fixed since the openin bell
And you know who postin your bail, who promotin your L
Who be hoping you fail, nigga, 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
Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever
You mudering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured, Ima treat this booth like Im pealin off the plastic
On a pill bottle, Im tearin the ceilin off
Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in saran, ditch em
Im strapped up with ammunition and single handedly takin over the game
Like I had an actual hand missing, but I only need on to clap
Animal ambition, the only ****in way that your strapped is for cash
Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that mother****in imaginary handgun youre bandishin
Bitch, if you pull up with the stick its a car with a manual transmission
Chances of loadin one that I will overcome, my bipolar one
Voodoo dolls, Im just pokin fun, pins to me are like loades guns
When Im holdin one, if Im just fiddlin with it
This mother****er discharges like me checkin myself out of the ****ing mental hospital
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like im bein belittled by midgets
Its like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka and walkin right up the middle of little kids ****ing pillow fight with it
You want smoke? Im like hookah
Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my *** *ing Pumas
Run home and go **** my room up
These streets will try to vacuum you up
Thats why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile nad hoover (What?)
Cause it sucked like a Rumba, but even if I wouldve went indie route
I dont have any doubt I would still get blown like a swindy out
Shoot til the clip is emptied out
This is the beginnin of endin, but Ill put another clip in and spit these rounds
If I dig deep down, but Im in my bag like Fendi
Who amI offending now?
Got so many ****ing detractors, feels like im gettin plowed
Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many ounds
You would think Im turnin pages the way that Im flippin paper
Middle fingers, them bitches get to waivn like friendly neigbors
Im talkin loot like Im riotin, thing is so big it cant fit the entire thing through a tire swing
But I dont think it would be logic to say Im retirin
But I should say 'Bye, bye' or things, cause Im back from Uranus
****ing up this grinding beat
I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song
You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart
So, when I am rippin, its hard to tell where the impetus
Really because how I feel about amateurs with the bitch that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at ****ing St. Vincent de Paul
Like I dont make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil to sharpen, like Im quick on the draw
So, win that Pulitzer Price like Kendrick Lamar
You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog
Cause yall missing a heart
Plus your bitch is giving out brain like The Wizard of Oz
This shit is like sitting in the principal office, getting scalded for skipping
Yall got detention, while Im severe like Benzo withdrawal
Bitch, your skins gonna crawl
Im invincible, Ive 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 Im possessed
Thats nine-tenths of the law