Calendars

[Verse 1]
I could pop out, different gun for every day of the week
Bro thinks they see a killer in his eyes, he took a face off of him
Monday to Saturday, I was plottin' 'bout a kill
On Sundays, supposed to be prayin', but shit, I'd rather drill
I see you stuck on social media
Tryna find out a nigga hit you, searchin' all on Wikipedia
We livin' hungry, my opp, he died in front the grocery store
The way I'm thuggin', I'm born for this, like I've been here before
Bad habit, I don't answer no phone, I leave my phone up on a drill
Rob a nigga for his bread, yeah, that's a full-course meal
I ain't tryna catch no case, but I'm out here movin' likе there's no rules
My hеad so hot, you can't tell me to be bool
They ain't really down for you, they'd rather post, "Free you"
I was tryna focus on the good, but it made no sense
Slingin' pistols in the trenches with my brothers, that's the motion, I thought I told you?
You know I never ask you for much, but you gon' say I owe you

[Bridge: Duvy & Aisa]
Every day I wake up was like the same day, I do the same thing, I grind
Calendars, gone, been doing calendars
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

[Verse 2]
On Monday, probably say, "Fuck everybody"
Tuesday to Thursday, I'm on bullshit, tryna get 'em gone
On Friday, probably thinkin' that I know I'm movin' right
Mimosas at brunch 'cause you just wanna talk 'bout life
I ain't never slept, yeah, so to me, it's still noon
Mama told me, "Death come in the threes," but I'm tryna kill two
Baby, welcome to my life
It's a war inside a war, had my mind fuckin' with me
I pass out money at the store, just that same younging askin'
You said, "A lil' fraction," but I love you, shit, you actin'
When I get angry, I think my partners tryna blast me
Ah, ah
I know there's still some tension, put it all to the side
I went to Panama for three days, tryna clear my mind
Face shot, but he ain't die, I bet that nigga blind
Took me 'bout seven hours to have a show in Tallahassee
I ain't your normal rapper

[Outro: Duvy, Aisa & Both]
You know I wrap niggas, man
Don't play yourself
Southside shit, man
Long live my bloodies, R.I.P. all my bloodies
I wish you was fuckin' here, man (Yeah)
Every day I wake up, was like the same day, I do the same thing, I grind
Calendars, gone, been doing calendars
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Mmm
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Mmm
Check out my past, like, how the fuck it turn like this?
I don't really be thinkin' 'bout it
But when you told me, I knew that I was on some shit
I was on some shit (I was on some shit)
Bah, bah, bah
Bloody, how the fuck you leave me with some fake niggas?
Lost for words, speaking to myself, I ain't got shit to say
AP, turn me up, brodie