Fryday (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yeah

Ay is this thing on

Turn my headphones up a lil bit brahman

Let me tell 'em, one take, Ay

Couldn't fit in their world, I

Had to create my own ball

Rest it on da palm, I spun it around

And watch the world drown

Knock knock let 'em in

Father, please forgive my sins

Only thing I'm doin' wrong

Is tryna be a better man

Champion I might send a telegram

To Flex and David Letterman

And let 'em know to let me in on everything

I work hard, blessed I am

Probably ain't the best, I am

Please don't put me in da same room

Than all the fuckin' rest of em

Click-click Yo

But I might go

Got that killer instinct like a psycho

Tech N9ne flow with a chop blow

I flex pain and skill I do it cutthroat

Then leave da shit show like pronto

Better hop son watch da shit bro

Sidney Prescott slam da door shut

On your way out this is war brah

Just the warm up no J Cole

I pack heat in there, I'm sheer noble

Where the match at? bring gasoline

And methanol, 10 gallons of dieseline

Your turn to scream

I'ma blow this bitch to smithereens

Lean mean G grillin' murda scene

I diJeff da drama and Scarver da beef