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DAYS OF THE WEEK
by
Melvoni
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Yeah, that’s right Uh, uh, uh (Verse 1) I’m countin' days of the week Sittin' back reminiscing bout them days of defeat Thinkin' bout the time that I had to go to sleep With no food up on my plate I had, nothin' to eat Life was hard Growing up ion' know I was poor, cause my momma made it work Life was bad, but I know some niggas who had it worse I came from the dirt, and thinkin' bout it hurts, and put me in my berc My pops was sellin work while mommy was overworked I had to make a difference always put my family first Got my first job at 12, but it wasn’t for me And it was my last I had quit at like 13 I thought of myself higher But I needed money and my brother needed diapers Nigga was stressed, though but I ain’t pick up a lighter Take the weight up off my mother shoulders as I got older One day we gon' be rich that’s exactly what I told her Then a nigga starred scammin', and niggas started hatin' So niggas started blamin', niggas turned on me and I didn’t understand it How you started hatin when I got a lil bag, when I was plannin' My first session was clap, but I had to pay it back Cause the owner of the car seen the charge and drew it back Then I had to move tac, you know what’s up (AYO DENLY) (What?) (TURN THIS MIC THE FUCK UP) I told my life to fuck up, remember bitches was stuck now they finna suck up I was just a fuck up, I had just had tough luck They talking bout me now, I got to tell them to shut the front door Even tho I’m getting money my niggas still down forth I had to get the bag, my taught myself how to run for it Any pussy nigga can get it, he better not front for it Anytime the retro gang best believe he run for it Run for it, never that Fighting my niggas for the pack best believe I get it back And spittin' with my niggas again, cause they more than my friends I do it for the gang, forever APM Pockets off forever ATM You would of thought it’s made for them I’m the dodger on the grief for my momma she ain’t pay rent again Wild illegal citizen, know my dirty money I just collect all my dividends, a young successful businessman I just pray to god that I don’t sin again Hope he hear my prayers and just made me win again I’m finally comfortable with the skin that I’m livin' in And I play for keeps, so you know I ain’t giving in R.I.P to all my fallen soldiers And I wish all of y’all could have gotten older Life is a fucking game and I got it on my shoulders Wish I could click revive on my fucking controller (CorMill)
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