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Monday Mornings
by 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 fuck 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
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 fuck 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
