WEEKDAYS.

[Verse]
Love to talk about myself calm down
I got weight of all this dread that's weighing on my neck and crown
I ain't folding for their ways
Im in a daze that i smoked out
I cop my cop in one of these weekdays, don't really know what day im out
I been on my own shit but who got time for me?
Im feeling like a lost bitch, I always doubt so easily
I have been working my ass off
I just dont give a fuck
I dont give a fuck, the chit chat is disabled
Why not take a load off? Not when you're jumping levels
I might have to go ghost, to focus on the album
I ate the fake love, switched up and jerked my ego
For the longest i been tolerating all the fucking fake shit
Doublеd doses, fuck a placement, might go on my solo shit
Might cut my tiеs if they dont benefit
And a nigga might just have to lick a sainted feature, bitch
CyberNet my niggas
We plotting on the future
Planning cinematics nigga
They ask the vibe and so we gon deliver
I dont hear it
Negative shit that they spouting
I dont fear it
Im a titanium surface in the face of opposition
I really couldn't give a fuck about their permissions
Feeling like a tyrant feels like it completes the fuckin mission
I ain't fucking with the niggas who ain't with the fucking vision
Weekdays getting longer i been losing all my motivation
I been grinding since the start
Real shit, run the distance, bring it far
Fade the demons with the eyes of a star
Incapacitate eem drowning in cruor
I jump straight down, no straps, attack
I spin around, oh yuh oh yuh
My god complex I keep attached
Can't throw it out, oh yuh oh yuh
Climb the ladder then, fuck it I'll say it again, oh yuh oh yuh
Double the height of the bar and im goin in broke but im makin it back, oh yuh
I don't got time for the shift, gonna call another nigga to do my bit, uh yuh
I don't got time for a bitch tryna leech my bread, imma stack these chips, uh yuh
I don't got time for the shift, gonna call another nigga to do my bit, uh yuh
I don't got time for a bitch tryna leech my bread, imma stack these chips, uh yuh