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    Big Sean feat. Kash Doll, Payroll Giovanni, Royce da 5’9″, Sada Baby, Drego, Boldy James, 42 Dugg, Eminem, Cash Kidd & Tee Grizzley – Friday Night Cypher [2020]

    Big SeanEminemKash DollPayroll GiovanniSada Baby

    [Intro: Tee Grizzley]
    Ayy, ayy, ayy
    Ayy, ayy, ayy
    Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G. Ry got me)
    Fuck that talkin’, let the clip slam ’em

    [Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
    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)

    [Verse 2: Kash Doll]
    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 cash, kid
    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 you 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

    [Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
    I keep dyin’ in my dreams, but life’s 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)

    [Verse 4: Payroll Giovanni]
    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 (Yup)
    Four-One P, I don’t sell dreams, I wholesale P’s (Uh)
    Want halves, 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 foreigns with the seats peanut butter
    Bitch, it’s BYLUG for life, never crossin’ my brothers

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

    [Verse 5: 42 Dugg]
    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 signed 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)
    (Where you at, Bo?)

    [Verse 6: Boldy James]
    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 beggin’ me for time off, askin’ me for raises
    Took me six hours 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 reacquainted with the neighbors on the block
    All this cash we been rakin’

    [Verse 7: Drego & Big Sean]
    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’ front the judge, listen to the verdicts
    ‘Cause we was standin’ on the block, thuggin’ with the serpents (Yeah)
    Get caught with Curtis Blow on me and they gon’ close the curtains

    [Verse 8: Big Sean]
    Million-dollar calls 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

    [Interlude: Big Sean]
    Yeah (Hit-Boy)

    [Verse 9: Big Sean]
    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 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
    Hopscotch, blacktop, I ain’t been skippin’ 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

    [Interlude: Big Sean]
    (Let’s go then)

    [Verse 10: Sada Baby]
    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 a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh

    [Interlude: Big Sean]
    (Let’s go, Royce)

    [Verse 11: Royce da 5’9″]
    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
    Diadora or gold Ellesses
    These are ordered from the older East Bays
    She either rollin’ with the owners or the lessees
    A kind man knows a blind man holds 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 Ilina cousin
    Before you could sell that Cole and Adele
    Or go NFL, 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 hopin’ 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)
    (G. Ry got me)

    [Verse 12: Eminem]
    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 roof like I’m peelin’ off
    The plastic on a pill bottle, I’m tearin’ the ceilin’ off, yeah
    Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in saran, bitch
    And I’m strapped up with ammunition
    And single-handedly takin’ over the game like I had an actual hand missing
    But I only need one to clap
    Animal ambition
    The only butt-fuckin’ way that you’re strapped is for cash
    Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin’ imaginary little handgun you’re brandishin’
    Bitch, if you pull up with the stick
    It’s a car with a manual transmission
    The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one
    Voodoo dolls, I’m just pokin’ fun, pins to me are like loaded 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 in the middle of a little kids’ fuckin’ 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 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 when 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 wavin’ like friendly neighbors
    I’m talkin’ loot like I’m rioting
    Dick is so big, I can’t fit the entire thing through a tire swing
    I don’t think it would be logic for me to say that I’m retirin’
    But I should say bye-bye, earthlings
    ‘Cause I’m back on Uranus fuckin’ 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’m rippin’, 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 is sharp, and I’m quick on the draw
    Yeah, so when I pull it, surprise (Pull it, surprise), like Kendrick Lamar
    You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog
    ‘Cause y’all are missing a heart
    Plus your bitch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz
    This shit is like sitting in the principal’s 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

    Big SeanEminemKash DollPayroll GiovanniSada Baby

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