Lyrics Blaq Friday - TenTik

... there's a corporate side of the business that kills me [...]
There's so much bread in the rap game that we kinda get lost in it
So I think we all play a part in it [...]
You know every kind of music gets stagnant every once in a while
Then it comes to a point when it needs to be re-energised

There's no competition for me
I'm smoking in my house, Just in case they're looking for me
I write when I like, record when I like
I am in real life, who I am on the mic
You can have all the hype and all the cosigns
Without the hypeman, still amoshine
Stuck on the grind, I gotta get it or die trying
In the Bible it says "seek and you gon' find it"

Who is sicker than me? I came with a drip
My dues paid in full, I get the receipt
Trust is something you gotta earn on the street, but
Trust nobody that's what I learned from the streets
Even Paul no trust Peter
Pastor say he's talking to God, I say "put am for speaker"!
I'm a different typa nigga
We're nothing alike nigga
You're a Bad Boy nigga
Meet the Bad Boy killer
Huh, aiming at your head now sucker
Don't be acting like a bitch, how I got your number?
Why I'm calling you out?
Cause you've been running your mouth
Do you really feel like you're the best?
Or you just do it for clout
Like what are we talking about?
We talking money or skill? cause lyrically
You're not even the best on your team
We saw the cypher, nobody ever said "You had the best verse"
And you can't be talking money with fake chains on your damn neck
So park well!
Wait, you don't have a car?
Best rapper in Africa, pulling up in a Uber
But that's cool sha, around here rap no dey pay
But you're acting like sh%t changed cause you got you a deal
Numbers don't lie!
That's real life statements
We see the streams but, We go like see bank statements
You split bread with 100 niggas
My circle small, I don't even know 100 niggas
Came in the game on my own, with no fame or cash
Just a hungry Jay-Z with no Damon dash
I could really rap man, I studied the Joe Spazms
The Naetos, the Sinzus and Jesse Abagas
Word to my mama "I'm a cut above the rest"
I was really in the middle East, holding down the West
Making moves that these labels can't make for you
You like reply but they won't even let you do it
You need (A)Q's permission, you need M(I)'s permission
I don't need nobody, I leave Bones in fracture
I am old-fashioned, rocking Timberlands still
Holyfield washed you, how you still ain't clean?
I'm as hard as it gets, (as) far as this thing goes
Fuck Blaq! you soft, biscuit bones!
There's a Q in BlaQ, how your name is spelt
Not even a Q (AQ) can save you, from this Fresh L

Yeah, now I can go back to minding my business
I just had to set the record straight like
What are we taking about? money or skill?
I know you can't be talking money to me
We see the streams, yeah
When we see you in person like
The numbers don't match
So bar for bar? go get that permission slip ready
Let them sign it, and come talk to me, yeah