DAYS OF THE WEEK (Explicit)

DAYS OF THE WEEK (Explicit) - Melvoni

Lyrics by：ROJAY G LABOISSIERE/Corliss Waitman/Joseph Watchorn

Composed by：ROJAY G LABOISSIERE/Corliss Waitman/Joseph Watchorn

Yeah that's right

Uh uh uh

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 n***as 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

N***a 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 n***a starred scammin' and n***as started hatin'

So n***as started blamin' n***as turned on me

And I Ion 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 card seen

The charge and drew it back

Then I had to move tact' you know what's up

Ayo Denly

What

Turn this mic the f**k up

I turn my life the f**k up remember b***hes

Was stuck now they feenin' the suck up

I was just a f**k 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 n***as still down forth

I had to get the bag my taught

Myself how to run for it

Any p***y n***a 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 n***as for the pack best believe I get it back

And spittin' with my n***as 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

RIP to all my fallen soldiers

And I wish all of y'all could have gotten older

Life is a f**king game and I got it on my shoulders

Wish I could click revive on my f**king controller

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