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 Incase 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 t'ump) 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 eighteen, never went mainstream, my teacher's baffled Hair down, head band, eyebrows, turn 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 Incase 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 (Qway) 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 Fl- 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) 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