JT Stone - Wednesday

Elevator for you sir
Where will you be going

Up, please

Spent the money
I'm scheming
Wide goals
I'm dreaming
Fresh bitch
Few chains
And a Lexus
For them exits
I played jump rope
Now I'm jumping in the ropes
Going toe-to-toe with my demons
Sleepless my evenings
Skills need that feeding
Calling College Rules learning
Call Work my earning
Clipped the green clip and kept repeating
Like Endo's my turning point
Capture beauty through burning joints
Taking chances
Like a turning coin
Through Lanti
My locus
Stay focused
I'm the chosen boy
Windows lowest setting
So the breeze'll blow my Afro
Swimming in dinero 'cause
I'm all about the cash flow
Breathing getting heavy 'cause
He rocking with the Asthma
Only fucking winded 'cause
I'm always moving faster
No lie
Whoa, I
Flow like
Oh, I
That J. Cole
Won't toe lines
You ain't worth keepin quiet bro guy
So used to niggas keeping all they disrespect in disguise
Ain't on that bullshit
I'm pushing
So hit the deck or you die
Now kill it

Is this the pay off
Shit I could steal more than this
Bernie Madoff
How much weed I got
My guess was way off
But I ain't fronting
Mother Fucker
It's my day off
Do my thang
Smoking Stevens' strain
Finding fools with money and I stain
Hit with no refrain
Pistol whipping dummies
'Til them bummies lame
Whip or run I bang
And then I take off
Cause I ain't fooling around
I put it down
This my day off
Uh

Clique
I got it
Gooning in Frog Island
We got weight
Like spotting
Uh
Ride around
Got mileage
On a tab or a Pez
Our supplying depends
On what the dealer fucking 'round wit
Ask for a ten
And that go on top
So when the acid drops and we reeling back
We smoke that then chill
Reset
Feel good
Man it feel right
Man I feel light
Take your girl to the lake to get wet
Uh
This feel like what them other niggas spent a milli on
Got it in advance
With a rolled-out wrist up on my milli arm

Is this the pay off
Shit I could steal more than this
Bernie Madoff
How much weed I got
My guess was way off
But I ain't fronting
Mother Fucker
It's my day off
Do my thang
Smoking Stevens' strain
Finding fools with money and I stain
Hit with no refrain
Pistol whipping dummies
'Til them bummies lame
Whip or run I bang
And then I take off
Cause I ain't fooling around
I put it down
This my day off

This my, this my
I caught a Squirtle down by Eagle's
I made your girlie Squirtle
Choking on my Weedle
She spit it out and telling me she catching feelings
I told her, Baby
I was looking to get even
Stone, bone, throne
Me in a nutshell
In my zone, I've grown, I'm on
Hustle and a bustle, man
Get on my level, uh
His thoughts so clever, uh
Down for whatever
Fuck the weather
Brought my sweater, uh

It's Wednesday, Mo' Fucker
I'm chilling

Is this the pay off
Shit I could steal more than this
Bernie Madoff
How much weed I got
My guess was way off
But I ain't fronting
Mother Fucker
It's my day off
Do my thang
Smoking Stevens' strain
Finding fools with money and I stain
Hit with no refrain
Pistol whipping dummies
'Til them bummies lame
Whip or run I bang
And then I take off
Cause I ain't fooling around
I put it down
This my day off
This my day off

Written by:
Thomas Barker

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