Friday Night Cypher

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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 ain't 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, that's why I ain't smilin' (Damn)

You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz

Kash Doll'll 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, 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, and spend my casket

You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit

I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin', uh

Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T, ain't no pushin' me

Bro might put you on a tee, dot my I's and cross my T's

Bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put your on your feet

But bro can't put you onto me

A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh

You niggas ain't worth no B, **** outta here

I keep dyin' in my dreams but life great when I stay woke

Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't 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 I'm 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, I'll grow clientele

Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's

Want half's, nigga, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy)

Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me

Don't worry, I'll 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 it's foriegns with the seat peanut butter

Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers

(Let's go)

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I **** with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s

That's 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

I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still

I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free

Told her keep the G-Wagen plain, don't even tint these

Came ****in' with a lame, dog, you got her head big

Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm 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 ain't sign a deal yet, **** it, I don't need 'em

He ain't dead, we ain't 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 ain't 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 I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach the sermon

Tryna teach 'em how to get it, fill up they momma purses

So, they ain't 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 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, Holy temokem synagouge, tabernacle, churches

Look, I can't even chill, I get active, overdoin' everythin', my best and worst habit

Shit be impossible 'til it happens, I never thought I'd 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 don't hope for 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 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, it's old now

And that's shit give me chills, ****, 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 buildin' on the same floor

Oh, boy, black out, dought boy, cash out, Payroll, contract maxed out

Cash Kidd, cash cow, tapped in, now can't tap out

Bitch keep thinkin' I'm sleepin', it's Tony on the monitor

I see your ass creepin' in

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

**** a cease and desist, they shootin' up seats in exits

Throwin' plays to my bros, I'm leadin' the league in assists

Hop scotch, black top, I ain't 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 ain't here to make friends, can't 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

AIn't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roamin' with me

Still could've 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, nigga scrap, them boys do 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 .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 ain't need a budget

I ride with them guys that society begrudges

We been thuggin' worldwide, got arenas buzzin'

We survived gettin' fronted by Ilinea's cousin

Before you could sell like Cole and O'Dell, 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, I'ma treat this booth like I'm pealin' off the plastic

On a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off

Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in saran, ditch 'em

I'm 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 you're bandishin'

Bitch, if you pull up with the stick it's a car with a manual transmission

Chances of loadin' one that I will overcome, my bipolar one

Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like loades guns

When I'm holdin' one, if I'm 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 i'm bein' belittled by midgets

It's 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? I'm 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

That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile nad hoover (What?)

'Cause it sucked like a Rumba, but even if I would've went 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 beginnin' of endin', 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 ****ing detractors, feels like i'm gettin' plowed

Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many ounds

You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper

Middle fingers, them bitches get to waivn' like friendly neigbors

I'm talkin' loot like I'm riotin', 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 retirin'

But I should say "Bye, bye" or things, 'cause I'm 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', 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 ****ing 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 Price 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

Y'all 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