I'm still with the same niggas, no recruits
I got this pink greaze shooting all these balls like I'm tryna win the golden boot
Sent my worker to re-up told 'em to move discreet
Kicking balls in the cage, grazing up my gucci sneaks
Shooting in the air that's what you call war
If I'm shooting in the air, there's paigons on the fourth floor
Foods all white, like Black Steve's face is
Briefcases, full of queens' faces
When my shifts done I'm with a gorgeous hoe
When the piff comes, I think I'm George from Blow
Still weighing up them keys, fuck your lil' 38 hand ting
Spraying like Febreeze
I feel like to do a bumper car shut down
For them days I couldn't buy a token
Told my niggers, one day I'm gonna shut it down
But they must have thought that I was joking, it's nines

Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday, make sure
You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby
Get ready, oh, on Thursday
Why you

Looking at Life in amazement
Money and change spent
A lot of things changed since wayne went
Most my times stuck on a pavement
Why you think my name ring a bell like the smell of a fragrance
I look back in the day when
It was nothing but love and nobody was considered a paigon
Or everywhere you go
Somebody been portrayed to be something that they're not
Another thug in the making
Shine bright like the sun light
And the moon gleams
For the right price you'll see a niggers true theme
Loyalty's a must so pay respect when due
Cause it's hard enough to trust the closest person in view
Yeah I guess I'm tryna make it through
The struggle and pain but couldn't tell if it's the same for you
I live a hard knock life
But we know it takes two
And always fail to realize that most this world's confused
Ha ha ha ha

Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday, make sure
You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby
Get ready, oh, on Thursday
Why you

Spark an L, bump nas it ain't hard to tell
Thinking bout the days when I used to master scales
Mom's on a crud, cause the bud? Couldn't master smell
Brudda came through with the bricks
In the whip like gargamel
Tryna live easy when it's hards as hell
Spark a L, bump nas it ain't hard to tell
Thinking bout my taylors lane days
Paper plane ways
All my ex girls I love you same way, love you same way
Thinks im a player iniesta
Any time I pass
I mek my wing man strecth her
And thats lionell messi
I member daddy playing dennis brown
Final steady, hydro meddy, spiro deadly?
I spit fire, call me pirot kezzy
We the truth, we seen them lies already
Spiro deadly, we the truth, we done seen them lies already
I spit fire call me pirot kezzy

Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday, make sure
You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby
Get ready, oh, on Thursday
Why you