Wordplay T. Jay - Long Week

Yo
Written up for being late another day
Check still slim so I’m looking for another way
Put on weight? No that’s no debate
I put in work right after work no need to motivate
Real entrepreneur so you know the fake
I heard a lot of problems, so you know the stakes
And when you want it like I want it, you say no to breaks
A couple chips up on my shoulder so you know the pace
I run it, run it, run it, run it, make a kilo from one hundred
If you start it then I’ve done it, turning nothing into something
Off to learn another subject, take it to the public
Then they tell me how they love it, how them other folks should cut it
When I get the chance, I’m just clocking in another
Do it for my mother, wifey, sister, and my brother
See me with the drive, never touching on the putters
Then repeat that shit tomorrow like a st-st-st-st-studder
Damn it’s been a long week
How else am I gone eat?
I guess this meal is on me
Watch me when I get it nigga
Thinking about promoting myself
Guess it’s just my nature, I’m devoted to wealth
Crime has never been an option but I’m loving the sales
Take my losses as a lesson cause I love when I fail
You tale but I’m doing it in real life
On the hustle, I don’t move unless it feels right
Gas it up with Nos if you want that mass appeal right
Been drawing since a youngin’ so my trigger finger feels light
Huh, and that’s an ordinary day
And my paw paw told me get it extra ordinary ways
And they echoing the losses so ignore them when they cave
Think they metamorphosize but they boring every stage
When I get the chance, I’m just clocking in another
Do it for my mother, wifey, sister, and my brother
See me with the drive, never touching on the putters
Then repeat that shit tomorrow like a st-st-st-st-studder
Damn it’s been a long week
How else am I gone eat?
I guess this meal is on me
Watch me when I get it nigga
Building it and building it and building
Feeling like a Clinton with them invoices I’m building
Made my own way, I’m a mentor for the children
Tell them nobody can stop you when you’re working for the feeling
Not a dollar sign, make me draw the lines, like she draw the blinds
When she love a brother and them panties on the side
Guess I’m working for the passion
Like Jesus at the start, it was never about the masses
Put that gift to work so you can skip a couple classes
Switch to who you are and talk that shit just like you Cassius
Don’t matter about the riches cause the freedom makes you lavish
The person with the truth, is the one who really has it
When I get the chance, I’m just clocking in another
Do it for my mother, wifey, sister, and my brother
See me with the drive, never touching on the putters
Then repeat that shit tomorrow like a st-st-st-st-studder
Damn it’s been a long week
How else am I gone eat?
I guess this meal is on me
Watch me when I get it nigga

Written by:
Terry Johnson

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