BIG SEAN – Friday Night Cypher Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This song is from the album Detroit 2, released on 04 September 2020.
This album was produced by G. Ry, KeY Wane, Jay John Henry, Helluva Beats , Hit-Boye. It is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.

 
Original Key: E Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 80
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
 Em
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 Em
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 Em
 (Hit-Boy)
 Em
 Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G. Ry got me)
 Em
 Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em

 [VERSE]
 Em
 Yellow bands around them hundreds, you know how much that is (Tens)
 Em
 Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the backend (Send it)
 Em
 Niggas in here lookin' tough, you know that I got mag in (What?)
 Em
 Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (You see it)
 Em
 Bandman like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head? Come find me (Come get it)
 Em
 Lil' bro in that bitch chillin', he ain't tryna come home cocky (He chillin')
 Em
 He comin' home to a dollar (Dollar), and a mansion and a chopper (What else?)
 Em
 In the desert on a dirt bike (Skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (Fresh)
 Em
 Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (Woah)
 Em
 Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (Damn)
 Em
 You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz
 Em
 Kash Doll'll paint you red, throw you in the water, they gon' think you a lobster, nigga
 Em
 Gang (Uh)
 
 [VERSE]
 Em
 I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
 Em
 These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news
 Em
 All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose?
 Em
 Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move
 Em
 Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle, I used to shop at Pinnacle
 Em
 Your nigga still drink Pinnacle, bitch, your taste is pitiful
 Em
 I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit
 Em
 Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash, kid
 Em
 You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit
 Em
 I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin', uh
 Em
 Me, Sean, Tee off that Pusha T, ain't no pushin' me
 Em
 Bro might put you on a tee, dot my I's and cross my T's
 Em
 Bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
 Em
 But bro can't put you onto me
 Em
 A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
 Em
 You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here
  
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 [VERSE]
 Em
 I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I stay woke
 Em
 Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
 Em
 Try me, 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean
 Em
 Get triggered down, Jhené Aiko
 Em
 Gotta keep Glock in the fanny
 Em
 Nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
 Em
 Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
 Em
 Niggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin' a taxi
 Em
 On a six in a Lam', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby, Four-One)

 [VERSE]
 Em
 They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance
 Em
 In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin'
 Em
 Rap failed, oh well, give me back my scale
 Em
 And a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele (Yup)
 Em
 Four-One P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's (Uh)
 Em
 Want halves, nigga, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy)
 Em
 Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me
 Em
 Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee
 Em
 I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers (Yeah)
 Em
 Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter
 Em
 Got out that jam, now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
 Em
 Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers

 [VERSE]
 Em
 (Let's go)
 Em
 (Helluva made this beat, baby)
 Em
 [Verse : 42 Dugg]
 Em
 I fuck with  Mile, not too much the , they freed the 4s
 Em
 That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
 Em
 You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in
 Em
 Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten
 Em
 I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still
 Em
 I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free
 Em
 Told 'em keep the G-Wagen plain, don't even tint these
 Em
 Can't be fuckin' with a lame, dog, you got her head big
 Em
 Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
 Em
 I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
 Em
 Cuz sellin' corn still, codeword for reggies
 Em
 I ain't signed a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em
 Em
 Everybody with me eatin', free my niggas 'til I see 'em
 Em
 He ain't dead, we ain't even, Jet back, ante up, bitch
 Em
 Free them boys

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 [VERSE]
 Em
 (Shit hard)
 Em
 (Where you at, Bo?)
 
 Em
 We gon' make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it
 Em
 Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
 Em
 Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
 Em
 Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me for raises
 Em
 Took me six hours to count it, bubble wrap it up, and tape it
 Em
 All my bitches want allowance, plug askin' me for favors
 Em
 I been out of town so long, had to get reacquainted
 Em
 With the neighbors on the block, all this cash we been rakin'

 [VERSE]
 Em
 Way before the rap when I was writin' verses
 Em
 We was beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
 Em
 We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up the hearses
 Em
 Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach the sermon
 Em
 Tryna teach 'em how to get it, fill up they mamas' purses
 Em
 So they ain't standin' front the judge, listen to the verdicts
 Em
 'Cause we was standin' on the block, thuggin' with the serpents (Yeah)
 Em
 Get caught with Kurtis Blow on me and they gon' close the curtains

 [VERSE]
 Em
 Million-dollar calls you can't merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift
 Em
 She gon' play her part so well, you thought that she rehearsed it
 Em
 Don life worship
 Em
 Holy temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches
 
 Em
 Yeah (Hit-Boy)
 Em
 Look

 [VERSE]
 Em
 I can't even chill, I get active
 Em
 Overdoin' everythin' my best and worst habit
 Em
 Shit be impossible 'til it happens
 Em
 I never thought I'd see Kobe go before Magic
 Em
 That taught me first, no seconds to waste
 Em
 Only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face
 Em
 Fuck you think she doin' over here? Watchin' Netflix?
 Em
 Beard game, might just let it grow down to my necklace, uh
 Em
 I don't hope for wins, I expect it, uh
 Em
 Adrenaline in me like it got injected
 Em
 My girl say I got communication issues, no, I don't
 Em
 I just don't like sharin' all my problems more than the results
 Em
 I bring the plan back to my team, tell 'em go wild
 Em
 Godbody my physique and my profile
 Em
 I did every single goal that I wrote down
 Em
 Checked it off, it's old now
 Em
 And that shit give me chills, fuck I gotta take yours?
 Em
 I'm the originator, make it, then I make more
 Em
 Written in stone, you can't forge
 Em
 You ain't on my level even if we in the same buildin' on the same floor
 Em
 Old boy black out
 Em
 Dough boy cash out, payroll, contract maxed out
 Em
 Cash kid, cash cow
 Em
 Tapped in, I can't tap out
 Em
 Bitch, keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in
 Em
 Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creepin' in
 Em
 Lil' bitch, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist, you get the gist?
 Em
 Fuck a cease and desist, they shootin' up seats and exits
 Em
 Throwin' plays to my bros, I'm leadin' the league in assists
 Em
 Hopscotch, blacktop, I ain't been skippin' a step since
 Em
 Real estate, Zillow every day, bitch, I might just change my profession
 Em
 Dodged so many rainy days, it changed my complexion
 Em
 Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection
 Em
 I turned out to be the man that I manifested
 
 Em
 (Let's go then)

 [VERSE]
 Em
 Hmm, fuck the bullshit
 Em
 I ain't here to make no friends, can't get bool with me
 Em
 Since an adolescent, I was ignorant, up in school trippin'
 Em
 Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
 Em
 Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
 Em
 She gon' eat the dick, both balls licked, and do it to me
 Em
 Ain't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roomin' with me
 Em
 Still could've went to college, Sada ain't no fool, nigga
 Em
 Every clip we got extended, yellow Perkies look like minions
 Em
 Put Church's Chicken on your niggas, scrape them boys for half a biscuit
 Em
 Know I like the burner, but I'll beat your ass, this shit personal, huh
 Em
 Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh
 
 Em
 (Let's go, Royce)

 [VERSE]
 Em
 Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me
 Em
 I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key
 Em
 I did it all without a college degree
 Em
 I went from hottest signed artists, don dada, to G
 Em
 Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather, and P
 Em
 D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada, and Tee
 Em
 Standin' on the corner three days
 Em
 Phone is on Motorola prepaid
 Em
 Diadora or gold Ellesses
 Em
 These are ordered from the older East Bays
 Em
 She either rollin' with the owners or the lessees
 Em
 A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges
 Em
 A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin'
 Em
 I thought I told you motherfuckers I ain't need a budget
 Em
 I ride with them guys that society begrudges
 Em
 We been thuggin' worldwide, got arenas buzzin'
 Em
 We survived gettin' fronted by Ilina cousin
 Em
 Before you could sell that Cole and Adele
 Em
 Or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells
 Em
 The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail
 Em
 The fight has been fixed since the openin' bell
 Em
 And you know who postin' your bail? Who promotin' your L?
 Em
 Who be hopin' you fail? Nigga, Oprah and Gayle
 Em
 Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps
 Em
 Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs
 Em
 Nah
 
 Em
 (Okay, yeah)
 Em
 (Hit-Boy)
 Em
 Yeah
 Em
 (G. Ry got me)

 [VERSE]
 Em
 Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever
 Em
 You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
 Em
 Rest assured, I'ma treat this roof like I'm peelin' off
 Em
 The plastic on a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off, yeah
 Em
 Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, bitch
 Em
 And I'm strapped up with ammunition
 Em
 And single-handedly takin' over the game like I had an actual hand missing
 Em
 But I only need one to clap
 Em
 Animal ambition
 Em
 The only butt-fuckin' way that you're strapped is for cash
 Em
 Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin' 
 
 imaginary little handgun you're brandishin'
 Em
 Bitch, if you pull up with the stick
 Em
 It's a car with a manual transmission
 Em
 The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one
 Em
 Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like loaded guns
 Em
 When I'm holdin' one, if I'm just fiddlin' with it
 Em
 This motherfucker discharges like me checkin' myself out of the fucking mental hospital
 Em
 And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
 Em
 It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
 Em
 It's like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka
 Em
 And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids' fuckin' pillow fight with it
 Em
 You want smoke? I'm like hookah
 Em
 Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my fucking Pumas
 Em
 Run home and go fuck my room up
 Em
 These streets will try to vacuum you up
 Em
 That's why the avenue where I grew up was  Mile and Hoover (What?)
 Em
 'Cause it sucked like a Roomba
 Em
 But even if I would've went the indie route
 Em
 I don't have any doubt
 Em
 I would still get blown like it's windy out
 Em
 Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out
 Em
 This is the beginning of the ending, but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds
 Em
 If I dig deep down when I'm in my bag like Fendi
 Em
 Who am I offending now?
 Em
 Got so many fucking detractors, feels like I'm gettin' plowed
 Em
 Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds
 Em
 You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper
 Em
 Middle fingers, them bitches get to wavin' like friendly neighbors
 Em
 I'm talkin' loot like I'm rioting
 Em
 Dick is so big, I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
 Em
 I don't think it would be logic for me to say that I'm retirin'
 Em
 But I should say bye-bye, earthlings
 Em
 'Cause I'm back on Uranus fuckin' up this "Grindin'" beat, yeah
 Em
 I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song
 Em
 You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart
 Em
 So when I'm rippin', it's hard to tell whether if it is really because
 Em
 Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are
 Em
 Like I never had to get my clothes at fucking St. Vincent de Paul
 
  
 Em
 Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar 
 
 with a pencil is sharp, and I'm quick on the draw
 Em
 Yeah, so when I pull it, surprise (Pull it, surprise), like Kendrick Lamar
 Em
 You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog
 Em
 'Cause y'all are missing a heart
 Em
 Plus your bitch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz
 Em
 This shit is like sitting in the principal's office getting scolded for skipping
 Em
 Y'all got detention tomorrow
 Em
 I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal
 Em
 Bitch, your skin's gonna crawl
 Em
 I'm invincible, I've been through it all
 Em
 Like I never thought about just ending it 'til 
 
 I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall
 Em
 My back was against
 Em
 Now I rap like I'm possessed, that's nine-tenths of the law
 Em
 Oh
 Em
 Oh, fuck it

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