FRIDAY (SLOWED)

Everyday friday. Stay in my Zone.
Pass blunt to compadre
Getting so high. I Reside where the sky be.
In the stu is probably where u a find me.
Got me a model and She give me sloppy
No illuminati Gold on my body
Need me a patent cuz they tryna copy.
Need me a doctor I'm sick with the logic
It Mr I'll lit, I'm the kid with the profits
Staying broke ain't even part of the process
Stay on my grind while building the knowledge
I ain't got no time for nonsense
Niggas acting like bitches all salty
Plus Felicia tryna stay in my pockets
Really came up from the project
Ohio on my back. These bucks in my iris
It's Friday girl lemme hit it from back
While I'm hitting this pilot
Audio dope im the supplier
Only that loud pack. Straight fire
Cudi and chip let's get hyyer let's get
Fully equipped cuz the plug is a rider.
2 different colors my shit look like Michael
Fake shit ain't apart of the cycle
New wave bitch tidal. Hold up I need a title

This real shit revival
I'm liable to load up the rifle
And aim for the top
Let that hoe bang til idle.
They ask what I rep. I Tell em Ohio.
But I'm coming down while Im sipping it slow
ILL with the flow. Only that dro.
Can't fuck w Reggie it fuck up my zone
Ride with the chrome. Be all alone.
Outta this world. This spaceship my home
Feel like the king. This city the throne.
Got a red bone. She jam every song.
Got me a clingy bit all on my phone.
Hoe leave me lone.
I need the fetty.
Let me know when you ready.
I forgot ya name but I think it was Becky.
Don't mean disrespect but I don't need ya sex
I just want the neck. Then I'm back to the check
Everyday friday. Stay in my Zone.
Pass blunt to compadre
Getting so high. I Reside where the sky be.
In the stu is probably where u a find me.
Got me a model and She give me sloppy
No illuminati Gold on my body
Need me a patent cuz they tryna copy.
Need me a doctor I'm sick with the logic
It Mr I'll lit I'm the kid with the profits



Credits
Writer(s): Kinte Naim Rahmaan
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