Friday

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, case 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
Fur on my coat's from Canada

Had me in court so my head looked pickier
Swear I was banking my tech' with Nivea (uh)
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 (like)
Had to put my trap on EE
Back then my Lyca couldn't get service (brr)
Friday, I should've went Jummah
I head out my window, doing all nighters (all night)
Woke up, I was on the yard doing pull ups in sliders
Me and them lifers (lot)
With my big box TV, no controller (big ones, aye)
I couldn't even swap that channel (naw)
T'ump off your lip with my fist
Now he's pissed 'cause he gotta wash it off with a flannel (boy)
Free all my friends that I lost in battle
Weren't no fist fights, Digs' don't grapple
Swinging my arms in chapel (swingin')
Hundred bands at eighteen
Never went mainstream, my teachers' baffled (how'd he do that?)
Hair down, head band, eyebrows, turn up
Came with her eyelash done up (aye)
He tried run in his Forces, tripped, then we bored him
Tearing up North Face (where you going, where you going)
Kick down doors in the morning
Catch man eating his corn flake (kick that down)
I can hit that block with ten shots
But I think I might make more off deals (like)
Got my raincoat on with this Rambo
Case 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 (boy)
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, unblock that drain
How many times did I hop that train? (How many?)
In the trap, took naps like Pampers
She ain't from Catford, Quay like Ashford (Quay)
Clip in my AP, twist this backwards
Mad how we came from Aquas (mad ting, mad ting)
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
Flavors 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 like, Digs, how you feelin'?
I might go and put a bag on my books
Spray this O pot teethin'
Then test this wap in the woods (test it, test it)
And if it runs black, it's good
Liquorice papers, wraps of buj (dirty)
Different razors, get that cooked
Do a 3-5-0 like my Yeezy, done with the scale, just took that pack off (take it off)
Now I'm at the sink, press down on the hand wash, tryna rinse all this sand off

The voice of the streets