Grind Hard, feel like I'm in a f**in' trance, ah
Yeah, right now you in the mix with DJ Logan Garrett
Yeah, back to life, back to reality
Right here, haha
I ain't think so
Oh you gots to know I'm keeping all of that
That too, haha
Funerals & Court Dates 2
Started off just a weekend fling
When she get off work that's when I go to work
Monday morning she might be late for work
Sunday morning she probably sleep through church
Damn my b**h trippin' about everything
Say she wonder will I ever change
Work all night, said I'm on the way
And she waited up for me but I never came
Just set a new high score in the blame game
That lying sh** lame, I don't like to explain
Had a n***a thinkin' throwin' rice in the rain
Do I look like I'm Joe Montana?
Told her roll with me to my show in Alabama
After that we'll probably go to Atlanta
I know this sound random but I don't like cameras
Want a family but I want to plan it
She just want consistency and I just need understanding
Sometimes I need to escape
Get it, like Get Out
She tote my Glock twenty-seven 'cause it's tiny
Thirty tips in the clip so it stick out
Money long like a four day weekend
Still no time for me to sleep in though
I wouldn't change for a dollar, dimes I keep ten
Too used to 'em trying to deceive me
Bye, I'm leaving
Like Kyrie and Cleveland
Give me time, I'ma find me a reason
You a 9 to 5 to a side hustle
That pay better, that means it's way better
My side piece a freak and she do the most
But she know her role, so she say less
You gon' probably f** around and miss your blessing
And she work overtime to make me feel special
Every weekend, you should join in
You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend
You should join in
Call the tape GhettOut because I'm going in
Called to take her out and I just f**ed her friend
No one at the house, texting me where I been
Got a new Benz, bunch of blue bands
She got a new body, how much you spend?
Send her cross the map and she don't talk back
She might text asking me what two cents
I been buying Gucci with my loose cents
FN in my college b**h infant
And speaking of infinity, I really can't tell where the pool ends
And the view is exclusive
I'm reclusive, introverted
Always in a hurry
Yeah she cook me dinner on Thursday but it didn't concern me
Lookin' back I didn't deserve it
Post traumatic stress like I been in the service
At war with myself, I been getting discouraged
Mental warfare, I admit that sh** hurt me
Only thing keep me sane is getting paid
So I been in the lab every day
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
So I just keep 'em satisfied through the weekend
You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend