Friday Night Cypher

This that clipse sample

Fuck 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

Niggas 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 bitch 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 nigga fresher than you, fuck 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, nigga

I just dropped a kit you dropped out of school

These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news

All my bitches winning how it feel to lose?

Nigga trying to get the box like he finna move

Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle your nigga still drink Pinnacle

Bitch your taste is pitiful

I talk cash shit you ain't cash shit call up baby choppa Cash Kidd is still my cash kid

You stay back like ad libs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch

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+ pussy worth a B, nigga

You niggas ain't with no B, fuck 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 nigga you know I'm finna to handle it

Put a body on a ratchet I feel like Dr Miami

Niggas try to ride my wave like they stopping a taxi

On a six, in a Lam, but I'm not that bitch 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 nigga don't call me

Don't insult me, wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit 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 butter

Bitch it's BYLUG for life never crossing my brothers

I fuck with six mile, not too much the seven, they free to fall

That's your bitch, huh? well, get her together she fucking 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 bitch 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 fucking 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 fuck it I don't need 'em

Everybody with me eating free my niggas 'til I see 'em

He ain't dead, we ain't even jet back, 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 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 bitches 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

Shit 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

Fuck 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 shit give me chills, fuck 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

Bitch keep thinking I'm sleeping, it's Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creeping in

Little bitch, if it weren't for me you wouldn't exist, you get the gist?

Fuck 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, 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

Fuck the bullshit, 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 bitch hand in my corner pocket play pool with it

She gonna eat the dick, both balls licked, and do it to me (What else?)

Ain't go to college I ain't want no pussy nigga' rooming with me

Still coulda went to college Sada ain't no fool nigga

Every clip we got extended yellow perkies look like minions

Put Church's Chicken on you niggas scrap them boys for half a biscuit

You know I like the burner but I'll beat your ass to shit personally

Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty do

Name a nigga outta 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 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 motherfuckers 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 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 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 fucking way that you're strapped is for cash

Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfucking imaginary little hand gun you're brandishing

Bitch, 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 motherfucker discharges like me checking myself out of the fucking 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 fucking pillow fight with it

You want smoke, I'm like hookah

Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my fucking Pumas, run home and go fuck 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 sucked 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 fucking 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 bitches 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 fucking 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 ripping it's 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 fucking 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 bitch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz

This shit is like sitting in the principal office getting scalded for skipping, ya'll got detention

While I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal, bitch 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