Detroit L-O - Stay Out The Way Friday
If it's frivolous, don't invite me out tonightAin't got time for niggas mean mugging at a traffic light
I just want a peace of mind, It ain't always bout the green
Last time I asked about some hoes, I was 19
"Where the hoes at?" was the question of the day
And ya'll over 30 asking that question, that's such a same
You ain't all the way authentic, you a folk tale
The reason why yo lady at my spot clipping my toenails
Stuck impressing worthless bitches, taking them to hotels
Which leads to blowing money you ain't got, with yo broke tail
The progress on yo life is the speed of a slow snail
You picked the pace up when it's too late, nigga oh well
So go tell
All them sob stories to them other cats
Imma thug it at the crib, calculating racks
Orchestrate my life to where it ain't no strings attached
Sole Proprietorship, because yo grind don't match
Couple phone calls, telling me come out to play
Text messages from a braud around the way
But I'm okay, cuz I'm staying out the way
I'm know it's Friday, but I'm staying out the way
I don't really care what they get into today
Block the nonsense, at the crib is where I stay
Cuz I'm okay, cuz I'm staying out the way
I know it's Friday, but I'm staying out the way
Don't mind me I'm chilling, in my room I'm living
Such a peaceful feeling when you undergo concealing
Of the spirit and the energy from folks that ain't a friend of me
Rarely speak, very small percentage really feeling me
I ain't doing this for money, cuz I know that there is plenty
Niggas 30, doing all the same shit we did at Twenty
Getting buzzed, always chasing a high
You stressed out, all that bullshit is getting you by
I'm stretched out, on a sofa chaise, thinking Dubai
You flexed out, telling fairytales, thinking you sly
I'm maxed out, like a credit card with zero balance
I'm racked out, mailbox money, getting paid for my talents
Leave the crib, must be down to let a bitch nigga have it
Cuz if he ever try to jack, I put his ass on a pallet
But I'll just avoid it all, carryout at the cribbery
A Solitaire Summer, hell naw you can't chill with me
Couple phone calls, telling me come out to play
Text messages from a braud around the way
But I'm okay, cuz I'm staying out the way
I'm know it's Friday, but I'm staying out the way
I don't really care what they get into today
Block the nonsense, at the crib is where I stay
Cuz I'm okay, cuz I'm staying out the way
I know it's Friday, but I'm staying out the way
Couple phone calls, telling me come out to play
Text messages from a braud around the way
But I'm okay, cuz I'm staying out the way
I'm know it's Friday, but I'm staying out the way
I don't really care what they get into today
Block the nonsense, at the crib is where I stay
Cuz I'm okay, cuz I'm staying out the way
I know it's Friday, but I'm staying out the way
Written by:
Angelo Willis
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