Lil ches - Back on Monday

2020, bro was a speed racer in that car
He was driving 20 miles to get a bag off it ain't far
Niggas tryna take a gamble they got put up by the mall
I was tryna play the cards that I was dealt but it was hard
When you crack your own seal, you gon' turn up for a minute
Boxed the whole crib, I told her I was burning some in it
Brodie got a slab right on call
Long as that boy play it right, can't worry about no fall
Make his grandma feel that stick if you can't catch em all
I got some designer jeans and I don't put em on
Couldn't even text nobody after the feds took over my phone
Ain't know nothing about it, so I had to tell em no
Is the trap slow? I know a nigga that can get them boys in through Geico
He was eating off the PPP, ain't even check his FICO
Pushing up, up on your street, I ain't even cut the lights on
My patna don lost him a bag, tell him we gon' be okay
Flexing in the car with some, while we on the interstate
If you gon' take a risk, then get it right, still gotta play it safe
Cuzzo had got out, we made him bail, and he in the streets today
She gon' walk in here and dilly dally like she Allie Mae
Bought the bowls in cash, and spent the rest I bought through Apple Pay
They ain't got no motion, but still made a way to smoke today
I'm like, God, please don't close the door on me, I gotta win the race
I'm like, God, please don't close the door on me even though I smoke to the face
Know I got that bankroll, but I could not name my son Chase
Pastor steady preaching, he gon' get that check on Sunday
He gon' double back and sell these bowls right back on Monday

Written by:
Chester Jenkins

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