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Training Day
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Training Day was released on October 11, 2010 by Boy Better Know as a part of the album Fully Grown
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Release DateOctober 11, 2010
LabelBoy Better Know
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frisco
Frisco
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frisco
Frisco
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sx
Sx
Producer

Lyrics

Wickedest ting
Big Fris, nuttin' long
It's Big Fris and I'm back at it
I was raised in the jungle so I act savage
Make you disappear no black magic
I smoke cess that will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
No round of applause but the straps clapping
Man see the size of this skeng and start backtracking
Enough of these idiots, need to knuckle down and stop chatting
Nobody over here spits like you cuzzy, stop gassing
I ain't got nothin but shots for that crack addict
If you been shottin' for years
Still can't buy a whip fam you need to stop trapping
And I know man are pissed the way
We came in the game and took everything over
But I'm happy now cause when I was young
I said "I really wanna spit bars when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion, big dutty stinking hard like boner
On the road to success, follow me
Flatten emcees in my way steamroller
Keep telling them over and over, so many bars in my folder
Armani fragrance mixed with a likkle high grade, yeah that's my odour
I'm stubborn, overly ignorant
I hate waiting I ain't got patience
Good mannered, you can take me home to mumsy
Yeah that's my persona
When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear like a Motorola
And if it don't pay, I won't spray
I'm after the cream no soda
Straight to your neck like a choker
Sicker way off the Richter
Enough of these emcees don't get the picture
Boy Better Know be a household name
We be known to you to your mom, dad, auntie and uncle
Stepbrother, godmother, brother and sister
No dilly no dally I'm straight to the point like a glass of Henny with no mixer
That means I ain't beating around the bush unless it's Chantelle's
Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a couple man's girls
Last year went Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad skengs big straps couple handhelds
I set the plan well test if you want come try your luck
We ain't gonna be nice when I see the cyber thugs
Gimme a stay fresh beat and I'm a light it up
Wile it up, go get your CV done type it up
I've come a long way since running the streets
With Danny & Dean, Sammy and P
I'm about in my ends bloody cheek
You ain't allowed in your ends
I stand tall and shout loud for my ends
I do this properly
Instead of hating, fam, you should honour me
Back to the Lab check out my discology
I'm on the road to success come follow me
You know I, you know I do this properly
Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase land in Jamaica
I been boasty from way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way back then
And I'm cool but not like Coolio
Nowadays man roll with a nine living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio
I've gotta be top three selected, these dickheads
Ain't erected, they're not hard
They tried to front but they got parred
Ain't gotta be close, I aim from far
Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off
Make it rain and tear through cars
I come true like "Yo, wah gwaan?"
You wanna hype up? Imma draw man's card
And I'm back again, Big Frisco on a track again
No I'm not skippy on beats, I'm nippy with Ps
Plus I'm picky with beats
And them man are slow I'm lapping them
I don't hate haters I give thanks to them
A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching them
I'm catching up, still cashing in
Man violate I'll smash him in
Frisco's gone no catching him, runaway flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I know what success can bring
**** hate Frisco's getting it in
So I stay on my Ps and Qs
'Cause it's not about next man getting my bling
Never that
You get me fam
And that's what I'm sayin' innit
Written by: Frisco
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