Monday Blues
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F*ck the alarm Hit the snooze I'm thinking 'bout calling out Body pissing out the booze Monday blues Dreaming 'bout different hues Far away from these broken down avenues I'm from the struggle, poachers lurking in the jungle Seen my mom juggle occupations for the hustle Get it from the muscle, money stolen by my uncle Stashed in a shoebox It be the ones who love you huh Or so I thought I wonder what he bought Half a grand in the stash For some grams in a bag Candy for his nose or some blow for his drag Only lord knows, he a phantom like my dad Now I'm a man, can't say I understand But when pushed to your limits You'll do anything you can Like, stealing from the fam Or, snitching on the stand Or, killing on command Selling drugs on demand, yeah The city crazy Momma's steady losing babies The pursuit to drive Mercedes Selling coke like it's the 80's The money trees are shady Everybody else is lazy So the ones who put the work in are the ones who get the gravy, huh Seen my brother cope Losing hope, fighting demons Sliding down the slope Steady broke with the heathens Cuz put me on Brought me back from the cement Now I'm killing beats It's complete Play your defense Momma independent Baby Momma too dependent Label me as a defendant cause I care for my dependents They'll use the kids as leverage hoping they can get a severance Money preference be the reference We the parents, get the message huh I learned the most from the women in my life From my mom, to aunt, baby momma and my tikes My lady on the side taught a nigga how to slide While my ex brought me on Taught the boy how to provide, yeah I'm livin' proof that there's hope for the youth It's the truth that my Grandma couldn't even bear the fruit Extortion for abortion, but my mom couldn't afford it Dumping babies in the toilet Lil Carmen wasn't for it, huh Babies having babies Yeah that shit is pretty crazy Fifteen still a teen Filled with dreams slowly fading But look at what you did Raised a kid from the grid Appreciate your bid Now let's party in Madrid Never gonna stop 'til my family on the top Until my brother album drop And all you other rappers flop I can feel the power While I'm climbing up this tower All you other niggas sour Cause the beats that I devour, huh A spawn from kings Raised by the queens Pushers serving feigns Leaving bodies on the scene Prostitutes blouses Red dice bouncin' Broken crack houses that weighin' all the ounces Illegal contraband Hidden in the mini-van Praying cops don't catch us and send us to the county man Don't need no handout Always been a standout Momma raised a legend I'm the motherfuckin' man now
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