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conversations.value: Write me a song called Friday Night Cypher with the following description: In a similar fashion to how Eminem united with six Detroiters to celebrate Detroit on 2014’s “Detroit vs. Everybody,” Big Sean goes further on “Friday Night Cypher” and brings together fourteen Detroit natives—eleven rappers and three producers. Part of the song is also produced by Detroit 2’s executive producer Hit-Boy, who is the only artist on this song who doesn’t hail from Detroit.
  In rap, a “cypher” refers to a gathering of rappers, usually taking turns freestyling. “Friday Night Cypher” runs through seven beat switches and brings together rappers with very different styles over a nearly ten-minute run-time. It is notable for uniting individuals who have previously had disagreements, notably Eminem, Royce and Tee Grizzley, which Big Sean addressed in an interview with Vulture:
  It’s definitely a moment on the album where the city comes together, even people who are rumored to have misunderstandings and beef. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Tee Grizzley]
  Ayy, ayy, ayy
  Ayy, ayy, ayy
  (
  Hit-Boy
  )
  Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (
  G. Ry got me
  )
  Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
  [Verse 1: Tee Grizzley & 
  Kash Doll
  ]
  Yellow bands around them hundreds, you know how much that is (Tens)
  Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the backend (Send it)
  Niggas in here lookin' tough, you know that I got mag in (What?)
  Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (You see it)
  Bandman like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head? Come find me (Come get it)
  Lil' bro in that bitch chillin', he ain't tryna come home cocky (He chillin')
  He comin' home to a dollar (Dollar), and a mansion and a chopper (What else?)
  In the desert on a dirt bike (Skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (Fresh)
  Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (Woah)
  Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (Damn)
  You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz
  Kash Doll'll paint you red, throw you in the water, they gon' think you a lobster, nigga
  Gang (
  Uh
  )
  [Verse 2: Kash Doll]
  I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
  These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news
  All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose?
  Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move
  Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle, I used to shop at Pinnacle
  Your nigga still drink Pinnacle, bitch, your taste is pitiful
  I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit
  Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash, kid
  You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit
  I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin', uh
  Me, Sean, Tee off that Pusha T, ain't no pushin' me
  Bro might put you on a tee, dot my I's and cross my T's
  Bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
  But bro can't put you onto me
  A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
  You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here [Verse 3: Cash Kidd & 
  Payroll Giovanni
  ]
  I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I stay woke
  Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
  Try me, 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean
  Get triggered down, Jhené Aiko
  Gotta keep Glock in the fanny
  Nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
  Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
  Niggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin' a taxi
  On a six in a Lam', but I'm not that bitch Mary (
  Helluva made this beat, baby
  , 
  Four-One
  )
  [Verse 4: Payroll Giovanni]
  They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance
  In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin'
  Rap failed, oh well, give me back my scale
  And a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele (Yup)
  Four-One P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's (Uh)
  Want halves, nigga, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy)
  Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me
  Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee
  I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers (Yeah)
  Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter
  Got out that jam, now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
  Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
  [Interlude]
  (
  Let's go
  )
  (
  Helluva made this beat, baby
  ) [Verse 5: 42 Dugg]
  I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
  That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
  You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in
  Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten
  I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still
  I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free
  Told 'em keep the G-Wagon plain, don't even tint these
  Can't be fuckin' with a lame, dog, you got her head big
  Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
  I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
  Cuz sellin' corn still, codeword for reggies
  I ain't signed a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em
  Everybody with me eatin', free my niggas 'til I see 'em
  He ain't dead, we ain't even, Jet back, ante up, bitch
  Free them boys
  [Interlude]
  (
  Shit hard
  )
  (
  Where you at, Bo?
  )
  [Verse 6: Boldy James]
  We gon' make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it
  Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
  Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
  Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me for raises
  Took me six hours to count it, bubble wrap it up, and tape it
  All my bitches want allowance, plug askin' me for favors
  I been out of town so long, had to get reacquainted
  With the neighbors on the block, all this cash we been rakin' [Verse 7: Drego & 
  Big Sean
  ]
  Way before the rap when I was writin' verses
  We was beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
  We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up the hearses
  Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach the sermon
  Tryna teach 'em how to get it, fill up they mamas' purses
  So they ain't standin' front the judge, listen to the verdicts
  'Cause we was standin' on the block, thuggin' with the serpents (
  Yeah
  )
  Get caught with Kurtis Blow on me and they gon' close the curtains
  [Verse 8: Big Sean]
  Million-dollar calls you can't merge in, 
  BasedGod how I got my curse lift
  She gon' play her part so well, you thought that she rehearsed it
  Don life worship
  Holy temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches
  [Interlude: Big Sean]
  Yeah (
  Hit-Boy
  )
  Look
  [Verse 9: Big Sean]
  I can't even chill, I get active
  Overdoin' everythin' my best and worst habit
  Shit be impossible 'til it happens
  I never thought I'd see Kobe go before Magic
  That taught me first, no seconds to waste
  Only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face
  Fuck you think she doin' over here? Watchin' Netflix?
  Beard game, might just let it grow down to my necklace, uh
  I don't hope for wins, I expect it, uh
  Adrenaline in me like it got injected
  My girl say I got communication issues, no, I don't
  I just don't like sharin' all my problems more than the results
  I bring the plan back to my team, tell 'em go wild
  Godbody my physique and my profile
  I did every single goal that I wrote down
  Checked it off, it's old now
  And that shit give me chills, fuck I gotta take yours?
  I'm the originator, make it, then I make more
  Written in stone, you can't forge
  You ain't on my level even if we in the same buildin' on the same floor
  Old boy black out
  Dough boy cash out, payroll, contract maxed out
  Cash kid, cash cow
  Tapped in, I can't tap out
  Bitch, keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in
  Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creepin' in
  Lil' bitch, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist, you get the gist?
  Fuck a cease and desist, they shootin' up seats and exits
  Throwin' plays to my bros, I'm leadin' the league in assists
  Hopscotch, blacktop, I ain't been skippin' a step since
  Real estate, Zillow every day, bitch, I might just change my profession
  Dodged so many rainy days, it changed my complexion
  Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection
  I turned out to be the man that I manifested
  [Interlude: Big Sean]
  (Let's go then)
  [Verse 10: Sada Baby]
  Hmm, fuck the bullshit
  I ain't here to make no friends, can't get bool with me
  Since an adolescent, I was ignorant, up in school trippin'
  Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
  Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
  She gon' eat the dick, both balls licked, and do it to me
  Ain't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roomin' with me
  Still could've went to college, Sada ain't no fool, nigga
  Every clip we got extended, yellow Perkies look like minions
  Put Church's Chicken on your niggas, scrape them boys for half a biscuit
  Know I like the burner, but I'll beat your ass, this shit personal, huh
  Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh
  [Interlude: Big Sean]
  (Let's go, Royce)
  [Verse 11: Royce da 5'9"]
  Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me
  I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key
  I did it all without a college degree
  I went from hottest signed artists, don dada, to G
  Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather, and P
  D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada, and Tee
  Standin' on the corner three days
  Phone is on Motorola prepaid
  Diadora or gold Ellesses
  These are ordered from the older East Bays
  She either rollin' with the owners or the lessees
  A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges
  A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin'
  I thought I told you motherfuckers I ain't need a budget
  I ride with them guys that society begrudges
  We been thuggin' worldwide, got arenas buzzin'
  We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
  Before you could sell that Cole and Adele
  Or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells
  The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail
  The fight has been fixed since the openin' bell
  And you know who postin' your bail? Who promotin' your L?
  Who be hopin' you fail? Nigga, Oprah and Gayle
  Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps
  Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs
  Nah
  [Interlude]
  (
  Okay, yeah
  )
  (
  Hit-Boy
  )
  Yeah
  (
  G. Ry got me
  )
  [Verse 12: Eminem]
  Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever
  You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
  Rest assured, I'ma treat this roof like I'm peelin' off (What?)
  The plastic on a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off, yeah
  Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, bitch
  And I'm strapped up with ammunition
  And single-handedly takin' over the game like I had an actual hand missing
  But I only need one to clap
  Animal ambition
  The only butt-fuckin' way that you're strapped is for cash
  Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin' imaginary little handgun you're brandishin'
  Bitch, if you pull up with the stick
  It's a car with a manual transmission
  The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one
  Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like loaded guns
  When I'm holdin' one, if I'm just fiddlin' with it
  This motherfucker discharges like me checkin' myself out of the fucking mental hospital
  And I get off like an acquittal,
   
  I spit it, you critique it
  It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
  It's like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka
  And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids' fuckin' pillow fight with it
  You want smoke? I'm like hookah
  Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my fucking Pumas
  Run home and go fuck my room up
  These streets will try to vacuum you up
  That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile and Hoover (What?)
  'Cause it sucked like a Roomba
  But even if I would've went the indie route
  I don't have any doubt
  I would still get blown like it's windy out
  Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out
  This is the beginning of the ending, but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds
  If I dig deep down when I'm in my bag like Fendi
  Who am I offending now?
  Got so many fucking detractors, feels like I'm gettin' plowed
  Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds
  You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper
  Middle fingers, them bitches get to wavin' like friendly neighbors
  I'm talkin' loot like I'm rioting
  Dick is so big, I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
  I don't think it'd be logic for me to say that I'm retirin'
  But I should say bye-bye, earthlings
  'Cause I'm back on Uranus fuckin' up this "Grindin'" beat, yeah
  I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song
  You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart
  So when I'm rippin', it's hard to tell whether if it is really because
  Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are
  Like I never had to get my clothes at fucking St. Vincent de Paul
  Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil is sharp, and I'm quick on the draw
  Yeah, so when I pull it, surprise (Pull it, surprise), like Kendrick Lamar
  You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog
  'Cause y'all are missing a heart
  Plus your bitch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz
  This shit is like sitting in the principal's office getting scolded for skipping
  Y'all got detention tomorrow
  I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal
  Bitch, your skin's gonna crawl
  I'm invincible, I've been through it all
  Like I never thought about just ending it 'til I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall
  My back was against
  Now I rap like I'm possessed, that's nine-tenths of the law
  Oh
  Oh, fuck it