Friday Fish

Verse 1:
Sometimes being passionate might mean that you irrational/
Im feelin' half empty but I need another glass to fill/
Lame duck coaches still quackin' with a daffy bill/
Flamed up roaches, I was sifting through a ashy hill/
Culver City chillin', I be posted in the Valley still/
She ain’t on my gram but I be posted with a baddie still/
Know I’m loopin' records when you hear em' with the jazzy feel/
Now I’m workin' woke and focused, sober with no addy pill/
Ebbs and flows, navigating knees to shoulder, head and toes/
Catch me at the office with the salary and medical/
Rap game don’t wanna hear it, rather see me dead in Holes/
Like Stanley Yelnats, only friends with them zeros/
No interview with Ebro, still workin' on my ego/
I don’t do this for the fame G, I do this for my peoples/
I got the keys to life but I ain't got no fuckin' key hole/
Power moves with no Powerpoint go get the Keynote/

Chorus:
I see the fish gon' fry in the kitchen/
Mama workin' hard every Friday day/
You should know I’m lonely on my mission/
In my path, get the fuck up outa my way/

Hook (x2):
Run the bag, run the bag, we gon' run it up/
Hit the gas, hit the gas, leave a ton of dust/

Verse 2:
Write a verse, write verse, write another verse/
Hand me ups and downs, bro I used rock my brother shirts/
Know they want some new jams, hit em' with that butter first/
Turning left or right but I don’t know which way the rudder works/
Stay afloat, pray for hope, many folks afraid to cope/
Think they got it lock but they ain’t really know the safe was broke/
Industry be thieving sneakin' schemings on the paper tho/
Watchin out for twelve, like the oven and the baker's dough/
Cop it off the shelve, buying streams and it’s blatant though/
Millions on mines and, I ain’t never paid for Growth/
I just had my patience broke, I just keep the faith and go/
I invest the paper slow, take em back to days that’s old/
Varsity hooper, no popular dude/
Pull up at function it’s poppin' and cool/
Crazy they trippin' they poppin' the tool/
Next day we goin' and talkin' in school/
Now I be posted n dodging the feuds/
I ain’t 'bout makin' misogynist tunes/
I ain’t 'bout sippin' the bottle booze/
Drippin' I’m drippin' I’m droppin' the juice/

Chorus:
I see the fish gon' fry in the kitchen/
Mama workin' hard every Friday day/
You should know I’m lonely on my mission/
In my path, get the fuck up outa my way/

Hook (x2):
Run the bag, run the bag, we gon' run it up/
Hit the gas, hit the gas, leave a ton of dust/