Friday Night Cypher (feat. Tee Grizzley, Kash Doll, Cash Kidd, Payroll, 42 Dugg, Boldy James, Drego, Sada Baby, Royce da 5'9 & Eminem)
Big Sean
Hip-Hop/Rap
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Vocals
42 Dugg
Vocals
Boldy James
Vocals
Cash Kidd
Vocals
Drego
Vocals
Eminem
Vocals
Kash Doll
Vocals
Payroll
Vocals
Royce Da 5'9"
Vocals
Sada Baby
Vocals
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cash Kidd
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Justin Miles Johnson
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Arkeisha Knight
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter
R. Montgomery
Songwriter
Oba Rowland
Songwriter
Chad Hugo
Songwriter
Gene Thornton
Songwriter
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
David Styles
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Samuel Johnson
Songwriter
Dior Giovanni Petty
Songwriter
Deandre Pearson
Songwriter
Dwane Weir II
Songwriter
Ryan Martinez
Songwriter
Hit-Boy
Arranger
Gregg Rominiecki
Arranger
Tom Kahre
Arranger
Witt
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Key Wane
Producer
Hit-Boy
Producer
Jay John Henry
Producer
Helluva
Producer
G. Ry
Producer
Gregg Rominiecki
Recording Engineer
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
Omar Loya
Recording Engineer
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This that Clipse sample
F*** that talkin', 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 backend
N***** 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 b**** 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, VLONE shirt and the Pradas (Fresh)
Big n**** fresher than you, f*** you and your stylist (Whoa)
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 Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in the water
They gon' think you a lobster, n**** (Gang)
[Verse 2]
Uh
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These h*** wanna be famous till they make the news
All my b****** winnin', how it feel to lose?
N**** tryna get the box like he finna move
B****, I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle
Your n**** still drink Pinnacle, b****, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash s***, you ain't cash s***
Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash, kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask s***
I pop s*** and pop tags, b****, 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 eyes and cross my T's
Bro might put you six feet or bro gone put you on your feet
But bro can't put you on to me, A-plus p**** worth a B, n****, uh
You n***** ain't worth no B, f*** outta here
[Verse 3]
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, Jhene Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny, n****, you not finna ham me, huh
Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
N***** tryna ride my wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six, in a Lam, but I'm not that b**** Mary
[Verse 4]
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, gimme 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
Want halves, n*****, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy)
Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty, what this s*** cost me
Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee
I roll 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
B****, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
[Verse 5]
I f*** with 6 mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your b****, huh? Well, get her together, she f****** 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 b**** on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still
I put her in the Bentley, mansion rent free
Told 'em keep the G Wagon plain, don't even tint these
Can't be f***** 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 selling corn still, codeword for reggies
I ain't sign a deal yet, f*** it, I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eatin', free my n***** till I see 'em
He ain't dead, we ain't even, Jet back, ante up, b****
Free them boys
[Verse 6]
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 b****** 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 these cash we been rakin'
[Verse 7]
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 momma's purses
So they ain't standin' in front of judge, listenin' 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]
Million dollar calls 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 temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches
[Verse 9]
Look, I can't even chill, I get active
Overdoin' everything my best and worst habit
S*** be impossible till 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
F*** 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 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 '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 s*** give me chills, f*** 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, now I can't tap out
B****, keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in
Tony on the monitor, I see your a** creepin' in
Lil' b****, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist, you get the gist?
F*** 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, b****, I might just change my profession
Dodged so many rainy days, it changed my complexion
Hang up on your a** and say I lost the connection
I turned out to be the man that I manifested
[Verse 10]
F*** the bull****, 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 b**** hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gonna eat the d***, both balls licked, and do it to me (What else?)
Ain't go to college, I ain't want no p**** n**** rooming with me
Still could've went to college, Sada ain't no fool, n****
Every clip we got extended, yellow Perkies look like minions
Put Church's Chicken on you n*****, scrape them boys for half a biscuit
Know I like the burner, but I'll beat your a**, this s*** personal
Hit him in his s*** with this fifty or thirty, duh
[Verse 11]
Name a n**** out of the D as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars, n****, 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 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 leesees
A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges
A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin'
I thought I told you ************ 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 like 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, n****? Oprah and Gayle
Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps
Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs
Nah
[Verse 12]
B****, you have never said a clever line ever
You murderin' in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured, I'ma treat this roof like I'm pealin' off the plastic
On a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off, yuh
Rippin' rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, b****
And I'm strapped up with ammunition
And single handedly takin' over the game
Like I had an actual hand missin', but I only need one to clap, animal ambition
The only butt-****** way that you're strapped is for cash
Wish you could slap in the d*** clip in that **********
Imaginary little hand gun you're brandishin'
B****, 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 ************ discharges like me checkin' myself out of the f***** 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 holdin' a nuke or a d*** bazooka
And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids f***** pillow fight with it
You want smoke? I'm like hookah
Man, I remember back when I use to get jumped for my f***** Pumas
Run home and go f*** 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 till the clip is emptied out
This is the beginnin' of the 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 offendin' now?
Got so many f***** 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 b****** get to wavin' like friendly neighbors
I'm talkin' loot like I'm riotin'
D*** 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 f***** up this Grindin' beat, yeah
I took the pain and learned how to put that s*** 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 whether if it is really because
Of how offensive I am, or just what a b**** that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at f***** 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 like Kendrick Lamar
You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog, 'cause y'all missin' a heart
Plus your b**** is givin' out brain like the Wizard of Oz
This s*** is like sittin' in the principal's office gettin' scolded for skippin'
Ya'll got detention tomorrow, I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal
B****, your skin's gonna crawl, I'm invincible, I've been through it all
Like I never thought about just endin' it, until I got p***** 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, oh, f*** it
Written by: Cash Kidd, Chauncey Hollis, Justin Miles Johnson, Martin McCurtis, Arkeisha Knight, Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Ryan Montgomery, Oba Rowland, Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Samuel Johnson, Dior Giovanni Petty, Deandre Pearson, Dwane Weir II
