Training Day

Wickedest ting

Big Fris, nuttin' long

It's Big Fris and I'm back at it

I was raised in the jungle so I act savage

Make you disappear no black magic

I smoke cess that will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic

No round of applause but the straps clapping

Man see the size of this skeng and start backtracking

Enough of these idiots, need to knuckle down and stop chatting

Nobody over here spits like you cuzzy, stop gassing

I ain't got nothin but shots for that crack addict

If you been shottin' for years and still can't buy a whip fam you need to stop trapping

And I know man are pissed the way we came in the game and took everything over

But I'm happy now cause when I was young

I said "I really wanna spit bars when I'm older"

You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard like boner

On the road to success, follow me

Flatten emcees in my way steamroller

Keep telling them over and over, so many bars in my folder

Armani fragrance mixed with a likkle high grade, yeah that's my odour

I'm stubborn, overly ignorant

I hate waiting I ain't got patience

Good mannered, you can take me home to Mumsy

Yeah that's my persona

When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear like a Motorola

And if it don't pay, I won't spray

I'm after the cream no soda

Straight to your neck like a choker

Sicker way off the Richter

Enough of these emcees don't get the picture

Boy Better Know be a household name

We be known to you to your Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle

Stepbrother, Godmother, Brother and Sister

No dilly no dally I'm straight to the point like a glass of Henny with no mixer

That means I ain't beating around the bush unless it's Chantelle's

Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a couple man's girls

Last year went Jamaica saw mad shells

Mad skengs big straps couple handhelds

I set the plan well test if you want come try your luck

We ain't gonna be nice when I see the cyber thugs

Gimme a Stay Fresh beat and I'm a light it up

Wile it up, go get your C.V. done type it up

I've come a long way since running the streets

With Danny & Dean, Sammy & P

I'm about in my ends bloody cheek

You ain't allowed in your ends

I stand tall and shout loud for my ends

I do this properly

Instead of hating, fam, you should honour me

Back 2 Da Lab check out my discology

I'm on the road to success come follow me

You know I, you know I do this properly

Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase land in Jamaica

I been boasty from way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way back then

And I'm cool but not like Coolio

Nowadays man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio

I've gotta be top 3 selected, these dickheads

Ain't erected, they're not hard

They tried to front but they got parred

Ain't gotta be close, I aim from far

Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through cars

I come true like "Yo, Wah Gwaan?"

You wanna hype up? Imma draw man's card

And I'm back again

Big Frisco on a track again

No I'm not skippy on beats, I'm nippy with Ps

Plus I'm picky with beats

And them man are slow I'm lapping them

I don't hate haters I give thanks to them

A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching them

I'm catching up, still cashing in

Man violate I'll smash him in

Frisco's gone no catching him, runaway flows no matching him

I'm on point cause I know what success can bring

Niggas hate Frisco's getting it in

So I stay on my Ps and Qs

Cause it's not about next man getting my bling

Never that