Any Given Friday - Brotha Lynch Hung

Yeah

Fuck this shit

This shit ain’t going right

I’m-a have to move like I used to move

This shit ain’t cool

Yeah, you know what I’m talking about

Back home, you know?

Spend money on drugs and drink, it’s been funny out here

You looking for love?

It ain’t…it ain’t sunny out here

Hit you in the tummy out here, that’s how I live life

Never enjoying the cash flow but now my kids might

That’s how I’m doing this, this shit ain’t for you

Fuck the family shit, motherfucker, because you’re in it for you, right?

I used to be in it to do right, but now I’m-a do it like I used to

Because night-by-night, day-by-day, I tried to juice dudes

And they got used to it, took a kindness for weakness

Before you met me, you niggas was heatless

With hella niggas to creep with, so you thought you was hard

You used to ride the bus, now you got you a car

Now, you flex-flossing, you know how it is when you’re bigger than the next

You be the money-making nigga with a vest, always in a mess

Because it’s the sign of the times, telling me «nigga, move on»

My desire for music is too strong, I’m Mr. Fucking Do-Wrong

If I got to drop you, type shit, and I deal with it as it comes to me

You nitwit, I rip shit, just as quick as I get shit

Slip shit all in the clips, this ain’t no chunk-'em homie shit

On any given Friday

Why they wanna test me on any Friday

It’s meat fry day

Got to have it my way

I got my own recipe because niggas wanna mess with me

Your chest will bleed now

I’m like a white blood cell when I’m not up in the blood stream

Mean mug me, until I hit you with the red beam

Fake-ass niggas be bumping their gums

But we don’t do that punk-ass shit where we’re from

Because snitches and fake bitches get more than stitches

I got 16 switches for your motherfucking britches

I’m ghetto as fuck, I eat off of broken dishes

I’m not a genie but I can grant your ass three wishes

I flow through traffic like blood through veins

So, all that internet gang-bang shit mean a motherfucking thing

Trying to gain fame off the next nigga name

Rather write it on a bullet and put it in your brain

Now you know Phonk Beta gets all up in your pores

Stop fronting in your bricks while saying it’s yours

Next time you see me, punk, you better bring your heater

Never really like your ass even back on Manzanita