The HabeshAmericans - Monday Morning Lyrics

My shirt untucked, life on stuck
Ain't got a buck and a nigga tryna buck, 'cause I hate this shit
But the sunrise told me don't waste this shit
I don't waste shit, bitch I'on't wait for shit I'm finna get...

Back in, man tapped out but I'm back in
God put me in the octagon with my demons sent them niggas packin'
No crackhouse got it crackin', one life bitch take a crack at it
No punchline 'bout crack addicts, too unique I'on't repeat shit that another nigga said that's a bad habit
Gossip, man that's a bad habit
Blame everybody 'round you for the shit you do, my nigga, that's a sad habit
Life ain't fair, damn, sad story, but if you don't try it's a bad story
Turned my thoughts on a page to a book and you can't say shit about that story
Turned my hate into heat and I put it on a beat and the shit got mad gory, shout out Cory
And shout out niggas talkin' shit about me doin' promo for me, you can't ignore me
You came before me and you still ain't shit, life say shit, I don't waste it
Got a problem then I'm gon' face, it if I got a bottle then I'm gon' face it
Got a chance then I'm gon' take it niggas don't make it even when they fake it
You can copy-paste it, you still ain't this, niggas uptight, they be anus
I know you shook, life ain't painless, but it's best when you facin' it
The world so goddamn mothaf*ckin' big how you not gon' find your own place in it? Sheesh

My dreads on fleek, brand new sneaks
I'ma do shit I ain't did last week, ain't reach my peak
Ain't near my peak, come take a peek, yeah come take a peek
Let Ahbee C speak, yuh

Money in the room when I'm walkin' in, squad in my corner and we all went in
Brand new coupe take it for a spin, a star in your eyes in this life of sin
Gang gang gang beep beep, pull up on ya in the Jeep Jeep
My bars go bang skeet skeet so y'all niggas don't sleep sleep, yuh
I swear when you get clout that's when the hoes start talkin' shit
Jetsettin' around the world, hoes mad they ain't come with
Touch down in Minnesota, North Side we cold wit it
Dreadhead with the faux fur young singin' nigga I'm bold wit it, yuh
Pull up and hop out a foreign whip, all of my niggas got hella shit
Like Reddick we shootin' the full clip, we shoot for the stars and we neva miss
We shoot for the stars and we neva miss, remember the times that we reminisce
Our goals are intact yeah they heaven sent, the money is right at our fingertips
I promise all the haters I'ma flex on you, when I roll through in my brand new coupe
Balmain jeans with the Fendi belt too, I promise my new boo spend these checks on you

(Checks on you) Woke up late, but I woke up great
Wrote my fate, put it in a verse, put fear in a hearse
It's a brand new day and it's not gon' wait!
But I'on't wait for shit, man I'on't wait for shit