White Friday lyrics

[Intro]
Woo
Yeah, I'm coming back at 'em
I ain't letting up off these n*ggas
For what?

[Verse]
Uh, this the sequel to this sh*t
Yeah, that White Friday
Got dropped by the industry
But the streets hired me
Yeah, the streets hired me
Yeah, the plug signed me
Five bricks for my advance
Breaking bread with my lil' mans
In the kitchen with that pot and with that work I'm too advanced, man
Free Tha Guys Homie
I'm fighting to bring the guys home (I am)
f*ck the judge
Money ordered
Head bowed, praying for ya

[Dialogue]
Ayy, if you find another n*gga like me point 'em out
I wanna f*ck wit him you know what I'm saying
I need that n*gga on my team homie (Free Tha Guys)
See n*ggas can't f*ck with me 'cause they ain't fit to be f*cked wit'
[Verse 2]
I'm always in the kitchen
My brother went to prison
Hate I couldn't finish college
Had every point intended
n*ggas hating, I sense it
I can feel the tension
I can see 'em muggin'
But they don't want the issue
f*ck security, b*tch, I start bussin' (Blah)
f*ck security, b*tch, I start bussin'
n*ggas paying for protection
Guess they gettin' extorted
I don't understand they logic
I just can't support it
Mind your business Gotti (I am)
I just can't ignore it
I'm just speaking out my mind
And they record it
When I see f*ck sh*t in the game, I report it
And I do real beef, I don't rap beef, that's why I avoid it

[Dialogue]
n*ggas be like, Gotti, man, why you don't, say this and do?
Man, I'm not wit all that clown ass sh*t, homie
We come from where life real my n*gga
You gotta stand on that sh*t you talking 'bout partner
[Verse 3]
I got questions, I need answers
Why I'm so into these dancers
No CPA for my financial (no CPA, no CPA)
We got extendos on them blammers, (Hunnid' shots in that AK)
Free lil' homie from Alabama (Free lil' homie, free lil' homie)
Just bought a mansion in Atlanta (Two Million dollars for my homie)
Play with them keys like a piano
It ain't no business we can't handle (It ain't no issue we don't handle)
Been through a lot of sh*t with the same clique of n*ggas
You don't see him 'round, then the n*gga wasn't wit us (f*ck It)
Or he was wit' us 'til he did some foul sh*t
Look this lawyer ass n*gga, put him on the bench
Take him out the game
Taking back his chain
How you go against the boss
When he put you in the game
Stupid ass

[Dialogue]
I don't get it man
It be some stupid ass n*ggas
Hey
Tell my n*ggas forget it
See understand it like
Never bite the hand that feed you (n*ggas need a reminder how to be real out chea)
Never go against the squad
It's a family homes you know what I'm saying
And this CM8 my n*gga understand that
And this might be the last one I do so, understand this a street n*gga collectors item homes
(White Friday)
And I declare
All across America n*ggas dropped the price by ten, twenty percent just for this one day
I'm talking four, five racks off any brick homie
Imagine that
Let's get it