Monday Mornings
Phill T
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What you waitin' on? I'm waitin' on a check Every time I'm in the sun, I got my foot on niggas' necks They talk a lot, but all I talk about is checks Get it off your chest, lil' nigga, I'm the best Yeah, bitch, I've been the best I'm aimin' for the head, don't give a f*ck about a vest Look, she say I'm actin' like the old me She better show me, cause if you ask me I'm that nigga from the nosebleeds Look, I'm still hungry, I need another plate She got that Fendi sweater on, lookin' like she losin' weight Yeah, that's my lil' bae Don't ask me what her name is, it's changin' every day Ah, I used to pray that I could see this many checks Used to rock out in some Nike, now I'm in Versace sweats Huh, I'm feelin' good as a motherfucker Yeah, because I'm hood as a motherfucker I said, huh, feelin' good as a motherfucker Yeah, because I'm hood as a motherfucker Chrome hearts on my sleeve, chain reaction on my feet These ain't no Jordan 3's, I don't even break a sweat with the windows down AC on 63, my music blastin' loud My patna blowin' Christmas trees Huh them sticky, icky leaves, she gon' call me when I leave My phone on DND, I feel like I'm Ken Carson, got Balenci on my feet And my shirt is Vetement, but it used to be the LRG Oh, Lord, this shit is Phill T, it's me, that's who I be My music comin' hard like it's rainy in the D and the wind on 17 All in the streets, my car on E, vehicle, it run with E When I'm talkin' bout the E, you catch a L-O-N Tessi with some Forgi's on the feet If you catchin' what I'm spittin', run it back and keep it motherfuckin' P Look, I told myself it's time to switch it up Ugh, my life was written, this ain't stupid luck Huh, so if you down and out go get some bucks If that don't work out go and rob a bank Huh, if that ain't work out better steal a tank Huh, if that ain't work, go back where you came Huh, from where I'm from, you be the one you blame Look, if you can't make it out, you be the one you blame Louisiana, they ain't tryin' to help you out You gotta get it out the mud, and that mud got plenty stains Lil' dude stay in your lane, this right here a big body It's bound to make her faint, she left with me Now Buddy bout to go insane, she left with me Now Buddy finna blow his brains out on the seat It's crazy that they crazy bout these women They come a dime a dozen, Lil' Buddy go and get another This just advice, this shit right here is brother2brother I ain't your brother, but it's feelin' like you love her Said, you better charge it to the game, dawg Look, don't lose your life for chasin' fame, dawg You better charge it to the game, dawg Don't lose your life for chasin' fame, dawg Look, you better charge it to the game, nigga And that's how I feel Fuckin' talk to me bout this shit
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