Lyrics:
On the beat yo
I grew up in Clapton, Southwold Road
Mum had five kids, man
She raised us on her own
Yeah, we had it hard, but we still lived good
buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it
the glock if you try to fuck with my plays
It's only the first of the month but you gone dead today
I guess he had a shitty week
Tryna hang with the boys
hate when I drive
Nyrrrr ain't nobody else
Nyrrrrr Slap it tinted 5
Nyrrrr Inside this whip is death
I trap by myself
+1 Cause I got that fire
In this by
out her league cause she's a five times two
No sleep been a month or two
Blue sheets two weeks we've been in your room
Gas light on we were kissing in
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I
Every single fuckin' day of the week
They killed my daddy in nine-two
I had to stay in the streets
Warrin' with niggas from down the block
I had
anyplace they like
And it's
Pay day, pay day
Whether it's nine to five I do it writing rhymes
I just gotta survive to get by
'Til its pay day and it's
anyplace they like
And it's
Pay day, pay day
Whether it's nine to five I do it writing rhymes
I just gotta survive to get by
'Til its pay day and it's
handle, Like I carry the spin back, yeah, the way
I be handled, Broke my heart in pieces, then I got left with
Louis V, my jeans, baby, I got all this shit,
goes by so hazy
Because I'm captivated by the
EQ's kicks and hi hats
Youtube and God yeah
Taught me that
Man the work day started at 5 AM
Hit the gym
would've seen me
Me and my niggas in this bitch
About two months in a week's time
Movin, feelin hellish to dolly with lemon, lime shine
Now how the fuck
Weeks pregnant now ain't told Sonny
He's stressed out cause there's feds about
Three months, she tells him he's overjoyed -
Hopes it's a boy
But you've
to walk with my two left feet
I called you up and you said please just let me be
Can’t you see I’m on a linear trajectory
Yeah my love
And the days roll by
laughing at nothing
You're all I need but we're running on empty
Just give me six months of staring into the sun (into the sun)
Just give me five weeks
In the first one year, in the first twelve months
First fifty-two weeks I fell in love
On our first date, I knew this was real stuff
Slow dancing
I’m out here
I can’t contain
Myself my thoughts my actions know I
Felt that system pain
Monday Friday, I worked all week five years straight
I come
I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha)
I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours
You say you broke ho, look here miss me
It be
time we will call you in a
week or so, but only if you have done good
So I waited patiently for five days
and then I got a little mad but I
did not care
mind is turning into a whore
Five months go by, and I thought about letting her go
She's crazy, though, and I guess she took control
Oh no, oh no, oh
were in need of-
To leave you were in need of-
Wondering where you went what felt like weeks went by
When we knew what happened oh the panic how
some notes from me
Check me out, I get new buckets every week
Every day, every month, shit you weak
I'm back on you, I cuss on live TV
But fuck all you
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