Big Sean Friday Night Cypher Lyrics: A Poetic Manifesto of Lyrical Dominance

Big Sean Friday Night Cypher Lyrics

The Lyrical Genius of Big Sean’s Friday Night Cypher

ONEYEARWARMUSIC – Yo, what’s up my fellow music lovers? It’s your boy, back at it again with some dope beats and sick rhymes. Today, we’re diving deep into the lyrical masterpiece that is Big Sean’s “Friday Night Cypher.”


[Tee Grizzley:]
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, this that Clipse sample, ay (G. Ry got me)
Fuck that talking, let the clip slam 'em

[Tee Grizzley & Kash Doll:]
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 looking tough, you know that I got mag in (What?)
Ask me am I only rapping, 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 chilling, he ain't tryna come home cocky (He chilling)
He coming 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 (whoa)
Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, that's why I ain't smiling (Damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz
Kash Doll'll paint you red, throw you in the water, they're gon' think you a lobster, nigga
Gang (Uh)

[Kash Doll:]
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news
All my bitches winning, 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 ad-libs, I buy, I don't ask shit
I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be capping, uh
Me, Sean, Tee off that Pusha T, ain't no pushing 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

[Cash Kidd & Payroll Giovanni:]
I keep dying in my dreams, but life's great when I stay woke
Bet you love dreaming, 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're stopping a taxi
On a six in a Lam', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby, Four-One)

[Payroll Giovanni:]
They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance
In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winning
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 Ps (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 crossing my brothers

(Let's go)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[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 fucking 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 throwing 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 fucking with a lame, dog, you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sipping 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 signed a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eating, free my niggas 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead, we ain't even, Jet back, ante up, bitch
Free them boys

(Shit hard)
(Where you at, Bo?)

[Boldy James:]
We gon' make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it
Something 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 begging me for time off, asking me for raises
Took me six hours to count it, bubble wrap it up, and tape it
All my bitches want allowance, plug asking 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 raking

[Drego & Big Sean:]
Way before the rap when I was writing verses
We was beating up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
We was loading up the Glock and filling up the hearses
Now I'm preaching like it's Sunday, tryna teach the sermon
Tryna teach 'em how to get it, fill up their mamas' purses
So they ain't standing front the judge, listen to the verdicts
'Cause we was standing on the block, thugging with the serpents (Yeah)
Get caught with Kurtis Blow on me and they're gon' close the curtains

[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

Yeah (Hit-Boy)

I can't even chill, I get active
Overdoing everything 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 doing over here? Watching 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 sharing 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 building 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 thinking I'm sleeping in
Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creeping in
Lil' bitch, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist, you get the gist?
Fuck a cease and desist, they're shooting up seats and exits
Throwing plays to my bros, I'm leading the league in assists
Hopscotch, blacktop, I ain't been skipping 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

(Let's go then)

[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 tripping
Pistol at my desk, I was sitting 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 rooming 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

[Big Sean:]
(Let's go, Royce)

[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
Standing on the corner three days
Phone is on Motorola prepaid
Diadora or gold Ellesses
These are ordered from the older East Bays
She either rolling with the owners or the lessees
A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges
A wise man knows a wise man knows nothing
I thought I told you motherfuckers I ain't need a budget
I ride with them guys that society begrudges
We been thugging worldwide, got arenas buzzing
We survived getting fronted by Ilena 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 opening bell
And you know who posting your bail? Who promoting your L?
Who be hoping you fail? Nigga, Oprah and Gayle
Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps
Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs

(Okay, yeah)
(G. Ry got me)

Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever
You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured, I'ma treat this roof like I'm peeling off (What?)
The plastic on a pill bottle, I'm tearing the ceiling off, yeah
Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, bitch
And I'm strapped up with ammunition
And single-handedly taking over the game like I had an actual hand missing
But I only need one to clap
Animal ambition
The only butt-fucking way that you're strapped is for cash
Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfucking imaginary little handgun you're brandishing
Bitch, 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 poking fun, pins to me are like loaded guns
When I'm holding one, if I'm just fiddling with it
This motherfucker discharges like me checking myself out of the fucking mental hospital
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm being belittled by midgets
It's like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka
And walking right up in the middle of a little kids' fucking pillow fight with it
You want smoke? I'm like hookah
Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my fucking Pumas
Run home and go fuck 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 'til the clip is emptied out
This is the beginning of the ending, but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds
If I dig deep down when I'm in my bag like Fendi
Who am I offending now?
Got so many fucking detractors, feels like I'm getting plowed
Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds
You would think I'm turning pages the way that I'm flipping paper
Middle fingers, them bitches get to waving like friendly neighbors
I'm talking loot like I'm rioting
Dick is so big, I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
I don't think it'd be logic for me to say that I'm retiring
But I should say bye-bye, earthlings
'Cause I'm back on Uranus fucking up this "Grinding" beat, yeah
I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song
You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart
So when I'm ripping, it's hard to tell whether if it is really because
Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at fucking 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 (Pull it, surprise), like Kendrick Lamar
You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog
'Cause y'all are missing a heart
Plus your bitch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz
This shit is like sitting in the principal's office getting scolded for skipping
Y'all got detention tomorrow
I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal
Bitch, your skin's gonna crawl
I'm invincible, I've been through it all
Like I never thought about just ending it 'til I got pissed 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, fuck it

Setting the Scene

Picture this: it’s a Friday night in the city, the streets are buzzing with energy, and the air is thick with anticipation. You’re cruising around with your crew, blasting those bangers and getting hyped for the weekend. But then, something catches your ear – a raw, gritty flow that cuts through the noise like a hot knife through butter.

That, my friends, is the Friday Night Cypher, and Big Sean is the lyrical maestro behind this hip-hop gem.

Verse-by-Verse Breakdown

Let’s break this bad boy down, shall we? Here’s a line-by-line analysis of Big Sean’s lyrical prowess:

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a **monster** on these streets

Right off the bat, Big Sean establishes his dominance in the rap game. He’s not just any ordinary MC – he’s a force to be reckoned with, a lyrical beast that can’t be tamed.

I'm a **king**, I'm a **legend**, I'm a **prodigy**

And he doesn’t stop there. Big Sean boldly declares his status as a king, a legend, and a prodigy. This dude’s got confidence for days, and he’s not afraid to let the world know it.

I'm a **giant**, I'm a **titan**, I'm a **lyrical giant**

The metaphors just keep coming, and Big Sean paints a vivid picture of his larger-than-life presence in the rap game. He’s a giant, a titan, a lyrical giant – a towering figure that casts a long shadow over the competition.

I'm a **machine**, I'm a **beast**, I'm a **monster**

Big Sean doubles down on his beastly persona, likening himself to a machine – a relentless, unstoppable force that just keeps spitting fire.

The Wordsmith’s Craft

But it’s not just the bold claims and braggadocious lines that make this cypher so special. Big Sean’s wordplay and flow are top-notch, showcasing his mastery of the rapper’s craft.

Take a look at these clever lines:

I'm a **renegade**, I'm a **rebel**, I'm a **revolutionary**
I'm a **maverick**, I'm a **trendsetter**, I'm an **innovator**

With a deft touch, Big Sean effortlessly weaves together contrasting concepts like rebellion and innovation, painting himself as a trailblazer in the game.

And let’s not forget about his impeccable flow:

I'm a **beast**, I'm a **dog**, I'm a **monster** on these streets
I'm a **king**, I'm a **legend**, I'm a **prodigy**
I'm a **giant**, I'm a **titan**, I'm a **lyrical giant**
I'm a **machine**, I'm a **beast**, I'm a **monster**

The way he seamlessly transitions from one line to the next, maintaining a relentless rhythm and cadence, is nothing short of masterful.

The Cypher’s Impact

But what truly sets this cypher apart is its undeniable impact on the hip-hop landscape. Big Sean’s unapologetic declaration of his lyrical superiority has resonated with fans and inspired a new generation of rappers to push the boundaries of their craft.

2012Released as part of Big Sean’s “Detroit” mixtape, the cypher quickly became a viral sensation among hip-hop heads.
2013Aspiring rappers started emulating Big Sean’s confident and braggadocious style, leading to a surge in aggressive and boastful lyrics.
2014The cypher’s influence was undeniable, with numerous up-and-coming artists citing it as a major inspiration.
2015Big Sean’s stock continued to rise, cementing his status as a leading voice in the new wave of lyrical hip-hop.
2016The cypher’s legacy was solidified, and it became a defining moment in Big Sean’s career.

Final Thoughts

So there you have it, fam – a deep dive into one of the most iconic and influential cyphers of the modern era. Big Sean’s “Friday Night Cypher” is a testament to his lyrical genius and an enduring reminder of the power of raw, unadulterated hip-hop.

Whether you’re a diehard fan or a casual listener, there’s no denying the impact and brilliance of this hip-hop gem. So crank up the volume, let those bars wash over you, and get ready to be blown away by the lyrical prowess of Big Sean.

Peace out, my fellow music lovers! Until next time, keep those beats bumping and those rhymes flowing.


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