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letra de days of the week - melvoni

yeah, that’s right
uh, uh, uh

(verse 1)
i’m countin’ days of the week
sittin’ back reminiscing bout them days of defeat
thinkin’ bout the time that i had to go to sleep
with no food up on my plate i had, nothin’ to eat
life was hard
growing up ion’ know i was poor, cause my momma made it work
life was bad, but i know some n-ggas who had it worse
i came from the dirt, and thinkin’ bout it hurts, and put me in my berc
my pops was sellin work while mommy drove to work
i had to make a difference always put my family first
got my first job at 12, but it wasn’t for me
and it was my last i had quit at like 13
i thought of myself higher
but i needed money and my brother needed diapers
n-gga was stressed, though but i ain’t pick up a lighter
take the weight up off my mother shoulders as i got older
one day we gon’ be rich that’s exactly what i told her

then a n-gga starred scammin’, and n-ggas started hatin’
so n-ggas started blamin’, n-ggas turned on me and i didn’t understand it
how you started hatin when i got a lil bag, when i was plannin’
my first session was clap, but i had to pay it back
cause the owner of the car seen the charge and drew it back
then i had to move tac, you know what’s up

(ayo denly)
(what?)
(turn this mic the f-ck up)

i told my life to f-ck up, remember b-tches was stuck now they finna suck up
i was just a f-ck up, i had just had tough luck
they talking bout me now, i got to tell them to shut the front door
even tho i’m getting money my n-ggas still down forth
i had to get the bag, my taught myself how to run for it
any p-ssy n-gga can get it, he better not front for it
anytime the retro gang best believe he run for it
run for it, never that
fighting my n-ggas for the pack best believe i get it back
and spittin’ with my n-ggas again, cause they more than my friends
i do it for the gang, forever apm
pockets off forever atm
you would of thought it’s made for them
i’m the dodger on the grief for my momma she ain’t pay rent again
wild illegal citizen, know my dirty money
i just collect all my dividends, a young successful businessman

i just pray to god that i don’t sin again
hope he hear my prayers and just made me win again
i’m finally comfortable with the skin that i’m livin’ in
and i play for keeps, so you know i ain’t giving in
r.i.p to all my fallen soldiers
and i wish all of y’all could have gotten older
life is a f-cking game and i got it on my shoulders
wish i could cl!ck revive on my f-cking controller
(cormill)

- melvoni

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