Training Day Lyrics - Fully Grown - Frisco

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 there's chaps 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 shuttin 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 little high grade yeah that's my odor 

I'm stubborn, overly ignorant 

I hate waiting I ain't got patience 

Good manners, 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 you don't pay then I won't spray 

I'm after the cream no soda 

Straight to your neck like a choker 

Sicker way off the Richter 

'Nuff of these emcees don't get the picture 

Boy Betta 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 Chantel's 

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

Last year went Jamaica saw mad shells 

Mad skengs big straps couple hand-helds 

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

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

Gimme a 'StayFresh' beat and I'ma light it up 

Wild 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 alive in your ends 

I stand tall and shout loud from my ends 

I do this properly 

Instead of hating, fam, you should honor 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 ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way back then 

Cause I'm cool but nothing like Coolio 

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

I've got to be top 3 selected, these dickheads 

ain't erected, they're not hard 

They tried to front but they got parred 

Ain't got to 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 through like "Yo, wagwan?" 

You wanna hype up? I'll draw man's card 

And I'm back again 

Big Frisco on a track again 

No I'm not skimpy with 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