I
turned 31 on a Monday
phone calls from a runway
promises, next Sunday,
gotta run bae but
we gon get together
looking at his feed all week `
hungry baby won’t entertain sleep
so tired, can’t even blink
standing at the sink
you got to get it together
sands white, water blue
their money, his too
sunday night
bad news
i’m gon’ get it together

ever wonder will the light come on
when the scene don’t vibe with the song
while hemi tires roll right along
cypher on on on on

is an hand really better than nan hand
even if an hand is a fist ?
every ounce of pride held right in the grip
last chip, double down, watch this

we headed off the edge of a cliff
and aint nowhere to go but down
it won’t turn right in a minute
it’s all burning to the ground
and it’s been that
edge of a cliff
nowhere left to go but down
it won’t turn right in a minute, naw
feet dangling above the ground
and it’s been that

hey
take long nap
wrapped in Victim status
married to the hustle
that’s entrapment
not engagement
why are we amazed
when we go to the same places
when we make those same mistakes and
that’s insane but
we’re insane and
What we know is
comfort blankets
feel so nice

II
another flight, another Monday
he gon settle down one day
told em when he get back Sunday
quick bag make everyone feel better
posting on his feed all week
gun show so they know he ain’t weak
bought the bar so they know he ain’t cheap
they need to know he special
pills white, money blue
whoop whoop
bad news
bid or flip, you choose
he got his statement together

is an hand really better than nan hand
even if an hand is a fist ?
every ounce of pride held tight in the grip
last chip, double down, watch this

it’s been writ since Chico Six
tampico Juice
that ego fix
gon fry your fish
gon cheese your grits
don’t make excuse
just plead yo 5th
when the RICO spit
it’s Kinko Qwik
they laser print
every place you been
so own your steps
before you owe them men
or you owe them 10
to 20
that’s plenty
get semi’d down
God bless your child
God bless this town
God bless this earth
we love our gas
we love our smoke
we love our hurt
we bout to burn this down

we headed off the edge of a cliff
and aint nowhere to go but down
it won’t turn right in a minute
it’s all burning to the ground
and it’s been that
we headed off the edge of a cliff
nowhere left to go but down
oy won’t turn right in a minute
feet dangling above the ground
and it’s been that

It’s burning to the ground
And it’s been that

It’s burning to the ground
And it’s been that

It’s burning to the ground
And it’s been that

It’s burning to the ground
And it’s been that

It’s burning to the ground
And it’s been that

It’s burning to the ground
And it’s been that