Big Sean - Friday Night Cypher (Audio, Lyrics) - Lyrics
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Big Sean drops "Friday Night Cypher" featuring Tee Grizzley, Kash Doll, Cash Kidd, Payroll, 42 Dugg, Boldy James, Drego, Sada Baby, Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem.
Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song co-produced by KeY Wane, Jay John Henry, Helluva Beats & Hit-Boy.
Last night marked the release of Big Sean's Detroit 2, and nowhere does the album's title manifest more than on the standout posse cut "Friday Night Cypher." Featuring a vast array of the D's finest contingent of emcees, the roster alone likely had many instantly kicking off the project with track nineteen.
Clocking in at nearly ten minutes, the song features the joint forces of Tee Grizzley, Kash Doll, Cash Kidd, Payroll, 42 Dugg, Boldy James, Drego, Sada Baby, Royce Da 5'9, and Eminem -- not to mention a variety of different beats, brought to life by the production talents of Key Wane, Jay John Henry, Helluva Beats, and Hit-Boy.
Though each rapper boasts their own distinctive vibe, the song's dynamic nature allows them to shine under their own terms.
Despite its ambitious nature, "Friday Night Cypher" remains a brilliant showcase of generations of Detroit's expansive rap scene.
In all likelihood, the standout verse will be a topic of discussion around the watercooler, likely coming down to a matter of stylistic preference.
Big Sean - Friday Night Cypher (ft.
Tee Grizzley, Kash Doll, Cash Kidd, Payroll, 42 Dugg, Boldy James, Drego, Sada Baby, Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem) (prod.
KeY Wane, Jay John Henry, Helluva Beats & Hit-Boy) Lyrics.
[Intro: Tee Grizzley] Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy (Hit-Boy) 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] 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 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, Tee 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] 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 (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 [Interlude] (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 [Interlude] (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) Look [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... 42 Dugg