[Verse 1]

Back when daddy had the Acura

Mama used to pack the lunch

'Fore I flipped the tassel, Hasselback still had to pass for us

'Fore they kill the tattle-tales, Patrick had to pack for us

'Fore I looked up in the sky, saw no one coming back for us

And I've been high the last six months

Tripping on southern Civics and sipping on some sadder stuff

For now, I'm back and I'm rolling heavy

My city-scape is looking different

My wallet's stiffer, I'm getting paid

And all my visions is not as vivid; what day it is?

My dad a poet; the apple fell and we raked it in

And I've been traveling, spilling swishers on new pavement

Packing polo, I'm touring in Tommy's suitcases

True statements; I'm due payment, them dudes hate it

What can I say; we some redskins with blue faces

And they talking like a dude made it

Now they mood's changing

[Chorus]

I said, "If I ain't shit, what that make you?"

I said, "Friday, sip; Monday, the blues"

I know life ain't shit but a waste of youth

I must say (Ahh-ah)

I said, "If I ain't shit, what that make you?"

I said, "Friday, sip; Monday, the blues"

I know life ain't shit but a waste of youth

I must say (Ahh-ah)

[Verse 2]

And everybody like me 'til a month ago

Wouldn't split the check with 'em

They feel a way, they fuckin' broke

Fly out to a sunny coast

Come home to some Dutch's roll

On the porch with mama

See her grinning 'cause her son is home

Not hard to track, or hard to find, or hard to see

But I'm partial to the kids I started with, so pardon me

I don't fuck with most 'cause rarely do they go as hard as me

I ain't never had a guest list

If they here, they start with me

But that's just me though, and who I keep close

Eating tacos with Tim and sittin' in chemo

Feel like I'm a kid again, at Swedish with my dad and shit

Still don't like cafeteria, nurses; battles in my head

I can't escape the memory

Every time somebody ask, he was lying in the tub

Sarah like, "What's wrong with dad?", yeah

I don't trip as much no more

This check is good, my bong is packed

Every time I leave a room, they make sure that it's all intact

My reputation precede me before I show up

I'm eating, don't see no slow-up

I feed off to see my goals grow for where I be in a year

Getting shitted on, see my glow-up

Bitch, I'm here and they hate it

Like dirty 12 who need they quota

I'm a motherfuckin' menace, fangs from Johnny Dang

And I ain't seen no fuckin' dentist since I had a job

It's been a minute

[Bridge]

Adorable? I been had bitches

Way, way back I seen that vision

Of a young-ass kid from the west side ditch

With a mug like mine, blowing tree

[Chorus]

I said, "If I ain't shit, what that make you?"

I said, "Friday, sip; Monday, the blues"

I know life ain't shit but a waste of youth

I must say (Ahh-ah)

I said, "If I ain't shit, what that make you?"

I said, "Friday, sip; Monday, the blues"

I know life ain't shit but a waste of youth

I must say (Ahh-ah)

[Outro]

You alright, bro?

You good? (Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good)