lirik lagu monday night - backseat
[intro: monday night]
uh, ayo
[verse 1: monday night]
listen, i’m conflicted (conflicted)
in richmond, they dropped the cost of living (block)
sh~t, yo, i’m consistent (consistent)
in my position really be hard to live in (woo)
n~gga, i ain’t b~tchin’ (ain’t b~tchin’) ’cause in a minute, it’s too many cars to get in (we outta there)
in reality, we never lost [?] (we never lost)
godfather salaries, we never lost the vision (gimme that)
i don’t know who mad at me ’cause everything lost [?] (f~ck outta here)
in this game you can’t pause the mission
not ashamed of the cars i dеnted (skrrt)
pick a stain, if it ain’t hard, i’m with it (it ain’t hard)
and i ain’t good with names, if you ain’t got a car, forget it (f~ck outta hеre, n~gga)
the right lane always merge (merge), so pick a lane don’t get curved (skrrt)
i’m switching lanes on the way to jersey (we outta there)
i’m pretty good with words, even word of mouth, i know you heard of me (woo)
what’s the word about concerning me? (concerning me?)
n~gga, don’t run your mouth, he learn to speak (come here, n~gga)
pull~out couch where i learn to sleep (woo)
a couple times i count so i learned my keep (gimme that)
a n~gga stayed in a drought so i learned to weed
n~gga stole an ounce ‘fore i could even see it (couldn’t even see it)
now i just grab a ounce and leave it be, n~gga
[verse 2: 3wayslim]
this ain’t california burning trees, i tell ’em ease up (ease up)
i was wylin, bro, you j~panese, my overseas [?]
kinda talented, my fees is fancy, love that re~up (love that re~up)
i was calculating, left the streets, still got a piece of it (piece of it)
i got touch and make it tap dance like frankie lymon
still gotta put a signal out like it’s verizon
if i told you ’bout my grind (grind), it’d be traumatizing (it’d be traumatizing)
put my life on line, i paid my dues and authorized it (authorized it)
took a cut, uh, with my primes on papers and lit the blunt, uh
golden child, i’m the [?], i seen enough (i’ve seen enough)
wrote albums for thousands, i cleaned up (yeah, yeah), i cleaned up
n~ggas rapping ain’t got ten to they name
got full range automatic shots, spinning his block with good aim
it’s a d~mn shame, sessions with scheme, we smoked a quarter pound (pound)
they don’t want war with us, they watered down, block (block)
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