[Verse 1] On gray days I think with introspection and thought On pay day I aim my direction with what I got like snot Bra** in the pocket, cla** and docket I've f**ed up a little, drive luck up and it'll victual On saturdays still feel brittle like the hard candy Even mottled and dottled, cuz sh** is scanty But sh**'s real, natural, I don't sweat or fret I'm beyond most rhyming I bond the binding MC's can't correspond because I'm blinding