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Friday


Hook (Chase Moore):

If you ain't got no job
Then I'ma get you high today
If you got fired on your day off
Then we smoking like Friday
(Stimulate your mind)
If you ain't got no job,
(Might as well)
Then we smoking like Friday
Verse 1 (illmaculate):
Stay smokin', stay stressin'
Real shit that I stay stressin'
My brain open, my fist closed
My pockets empty, my Change, spent it
My mom hurting, job searching
Pops workin' like 60hrs
It's not worth it, getting ours
The clock turning, now these cops searching
All through my bags, all through my phone
I'm not perfect, I made mistakes
I caught my case, I fought that
Then lost that, if you can't relate
Well, that's fine, but save the hate
Been hungry, scraped my plate
Told me connect when I got that, that I'd call back at a later date
My little bro, two kids, 19, shit is real feel me
Let me borrow a few bills, to chase my dream, now I feel guilty
Damn… Trying to get these chips we clockin'
My day one just lost his job for hitting licks while he's clocked in
Last check on his day off, they told his ass, don't come back
Ride with me, watch it pay off, meanwhile, back to this sack
Last check on his day off, they told his ass, don't come back
Ride with me, watch it pay off, meanwhile, back to this sack
And smoke it back to back…

Hook

Verse 2 (Cassow):

2 years to a month
A month or 2 to a week
Until they get my point,
nigga
I still ain't hit my peek
Bitch
I still ain't made that mil
Momma still stressed bout payin late bills
While I was too stressed bout gettin that deal
Bitches wearin red bottoms at the bottom of the hill
And all she really only fuck wit the beat
Too much coke in her nose can't think
Eyes blood shot shit it might hurt to blink
Oo
Cold nigga
Too much hustle in me what you niggas figure
Hell yea I sold it to her when she mufuckin asked
Fuck cops fuck you fuck them get cash
I ain't done
Had to treat my nephew like a son
Fast forward I just need a fast ford when I'm done
Girl let a nigga know when he won
Cuz a hatin nigga never give a nigga all his credits might never get a tassel where I'm from
Wait I guess I'm just to late
I guess I spilled my soul on every track and every tape
I guess I'm just to real to ever see eye wit all these fakes
I _________
Try fillin in my blanks

Hook

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