Friday Night Cypher

Album: Detroit 2 (2020)
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  • Ayy, ayy, ayy
    Ayy, ayy, ayy
    Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
    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 tryna come home cocky
    He comin' 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 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 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', uh
    Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T, ain't no pushing me, bro might put you on a tee
    Dot my eyes and cross my T's, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
    But bro can't put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
    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 off me like Dej Loaf and Big Sean
    Get triggered down, Jhene 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 stopping a taxi
    On a six, in a Lamb', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby)

    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
    Four-one 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 its foreigns with the seats peanut butter
    Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossing my brothers

    (Let's go)
    (Helluva made this beat, baby)

    I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
    That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fucking 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, tryna tether, I'm throwing dubs still
    I put her in the Bentley, mansion rent free
    Told her keep the G-Wagen plain, don't even tint these
    Can't be fucking with a lame, dawg, you got her head big
    300 a line for the Wock', 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 yetm fuck itm I don't need 'em
    Everybody with me eatingm free my niggas 'til I see 'em
    He ain't dead, we ain't even jet back, ante up, bitch
    Free them boys

    (Shit hard)
    (Where you at, Bo?)

    We gon' make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it
    Somethin' 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
    Took me six hours to count it, 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, tryna teach the sermon
    Trying to teach 'em how to get it fill up they mama 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 gon' play her part so well you thought that she rehearsed it
    Don life worship, holly temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches

    Yeah (Hit-Boy)
    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 go 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 necklace
    I don't hope for wins, I expect it, uh, 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 'em 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 kid, cash cow, tapped in, I can't tap out
    Bitch, keep thinking I'm sleeping in, 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
    Real estate, Zillow every day, bitch, I might just change my profession
    Dodged 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

    (Let's go then)

    Hmm, fuck the bullshit, I ain't here to make no friends, can't get bool with me
    Since an adolescence, I was ignorant, 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 gon' 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, this shit personal, huh
    Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh

    (Yeah, go Royce)

    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 artist, don dada, to G
    Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather and P
    D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada and T
    Standing on the corner three days, phone is on Motorola prepaid
    Diadora 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 mother fuckers 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 Ilina cousin
    Before you could sell like Cole and Adele
    Or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells
    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 Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs

    (Okay, yeah)
    Yeah (G.Ry got me)

    Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever
    You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
    Rest assured I'ma treat this booth like I'm pealing off the plastic
    On a pill bottle, I'm tearing the ceiling off, yeah
    Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, bitch
    And 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 butt-fucking way that your 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 a 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 use 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 Roomba but even if I would've went the indie route
    I don't have any doubt, I would still get blown like it's windy 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, dick is so big I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
    But I don't think it would be logic for me to say I'm retiring
    But I should say bye-bye, earthlings 'cause I'm back on Uranus, fucking up this "Grindin" beat, yeah
    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 whether if it is really because
    Of how offensive I am, or just what a 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, yeah
    So when I pull it, surprise, 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 scolded for skipping
    Y'all got detention tomorrow
    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
    'Til I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall
    My back was against, now I rap like I'm possessed, that's nine tenths of the law
    Oh, fuck it


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