Friday Night Cypher (Feat. Tee Grizzley, Kash Doll, Cash Kidd, Payroll, 42 Dugg, Boldy James, Drego, Sada Baby, Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem)

Ayy ayy ayy Ayy ayy ayy Hit-Boy Ayy this that Clipse sample ayy Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 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 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 fuck with 6 Mile not too much the 7 they freed the 4s That's your bitch huh Well get her together she fuckin' 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 'em keep the G-Wagen plain don't even tint these Can't be fuckin' 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 Cuz sellin' corn still codeword for reggies I ain't sign a deal yet fuck it I don't need 'em Everybody with me eatin' 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 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 fity slab now my bag big as yappers Workers beggin' me for time off askin' me for raises me since I was to count it 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 rakin' 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 the hearses Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday tryna teach the sermon Tryna teach 'em how to get it fill up they mamas' purses So they ain't standin' in front the judge listen to the verdicts 'Cause we was standin' on the block thuggin' with the serpents Get caught with Curtis Blow on me and they gon' close the curtians 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 Holy temple synagogue tabernacle churches Yeah Hit-Boy 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 waste Only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face Fuck you think she doin' over here Watchin' Netflix Beard game might just let it grow down to my necklace uh I don't hope for for wins I expect it uh Adrenaline in me like it got injected My girl say 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 'em go wild Godbody 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 buildin' on the same floor Old boy black out Dough boy cash out payroll contract maxed out Cash kid cash cow Tapped in I can't tap out Bitch keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in Tony on the monitor I see your ass creepin' in Lil' bitch if it weren't for me you wouldn't exist you get the gist Fuck a cease and desist they shootin' up seats and exits Throwin' plays to my bros I'm leadin' the league in assists Hop scotch blacktop I ain't been skippin' a step since Real estate Zillow 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 Let's go then Hmm fuck the bullshit I ain't here to make no friends can't get bool with me Since an adolescent 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 dick both balls licked and do it to me AIn't go to college I ain't want no pussy nigga roomin' 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 your niggas scrape them boys for half a biscuit Know I like the burner but I'll beat your ass this shit personal huh Hit him in his shit with this fifty or thirty duh Let's 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 artists don dada to G Street lord rock bottom Godfather and P D-Boy Rottweiler Sean Sada and Tee Standin' on the corner three days Phone is on Motorola prepaid Theodora or gold 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 motherfuckers 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 fuckin' way that your strapped is for cash Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin imaginary little 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 motherfucker discharges like me checkin' 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 bein' belittled by midgets It's like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka and walkin' right up the middle of 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 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 fucking detractors feels like i'm gettin' plowed Had to put my money on a diet I got too many pounds 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 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 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 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 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 DD DD AA AA