Friday (feat. DigDat)

I know they didn't take me serious

When I said I'm in this game ten albums deep, no less

(Ghosty)

On God, I'm just warming

How can they let us go from being one of the hottest in the streets to one of the hottest in the game?

And it all started from the 8

DigDat

I can hit that block with ten shots but I think I might make more off deals

Got my raincoat on with this Rambo in case I ain't got no sword or shields

Can't, can't, can't bring her to the yard, she's catty

And that one had no bra (Take it off)

Fur on my coat's from Canada

Had me in court so my head looked pickier

Swear I was banking my TEC wth Nivea

Sword on my hip, swing it like Jedi, all VV's, no SI's (Ching)

S just done up a G pack and I know two young boys that'll work it

Had to put my trap on EE, back then my Lyca couldn't get service

Friday I should've went Jummah, head out my window, doing all nighters

Woke up, I was on the yard doing pull ups in sliders, me and them lifers

With my big box TV, no controller, I couldn't even swap that channel

T'ump off your lip with my fist now he's pissed cah he gotta wash it off with a flannel

Free all my friends that I lost in battle, weren't no fist fights, sticks don't grapple

Swinging my arms in chapel (Swing it)

Hundred bands at 18, never went mainstream, my teacher's baffled

Hair down, head band, eyebrows, tun up, came with her eyelash done up

He tried run in his Forces, tripped then we bored him, tearing up North Face (Where you goin', where you goin'?)

Kick down doors in the morning, catch man eating his Cornflakes (Kick that down)

I can hit that block with ten shots but I think I might make more off deals

Got my raincoat on with this Rambo in case I ain't got no sword or shields

In my young days, double tap flickys, try put them right in fully (Ching)

When I had two twin blades like Boondocks, name one Riley or Huey

This pretty little thing so ratchet, peng one belt and her bag come matching

And she used to act brand new but wanna fuck now so a lot just changed

See me with a watch and chain, flush them packs and block that drain

How many times did I hop that train? (How many?)

In the trap, took naps like Pampers she ain't from Catford, qway like Ashford

Clip in my AP, twist this backwards, mad how we came from Aquas

Hiding my face from cameras

When I should've went and prayed at masjid

Can't, can't, can't bring her to the yard, she's catty (Uh)

And that one had no bra

Flavours come from Cali

Fur on my coat's from Canada

You know I didn't beat that case, I can't shout out my barrister

Know that my Buj runs black on foil

I'm burning it light and it comes back oil

She was like "Digs, how you feelin'?"

I might go and put a bag on my bugs

Spray this O pot teethin', then test this wap in the woods

And if it runs black, it's good, liquorice papers, wraps of Buj

Different razors, get that cooked

Do a 3-5-0 like my Yeezy, done with the scale, just took that pack off

Now I'm at the sink, press down on the hand wash, tryna rinse all this sand off

(The voice of the streets)