D-Shot - Monday Blues

Fuck the alarm
Hit the snooze
I'm thinking 'bout calling out
Body pissing out the booze
Monday blues
Dreaming 'bout different hues
Far away from these broken down avenues
I'm from the struggle, poachers lurking in the jungle
Seen my mom juggle occupations for the hustle
Get it from the muscle, money stolen by my uncle
Stashed in a shoebox
It be the ones who love you huh
Or so I thought
I wonder what he bought
Half a grand in the stash
For some grams in a bag
Candy for his nose or some blow for his drag
Only lord knows, he a phantom like my dad
Now I'm a man, can't say I understand
But when pushed to your limits
You'll do anything you can
Like, stealing from the fam
Or, snitching on the stand
Or, killing on command
Selling drugs on demand, yeah
The city crazy
Momma's steady losing babies
The pursuit to drive Mercedes
Selling coke like it's the 80's
The money trees are shady
Everybody else is lazy
So the ones who put the work in are the ones who get the gravy, huh
Seen my brother cope
Losing hope, fighting demons
Sliding down the slope
Steady broke with the heathens
Cuz put me on
Brought me back from the cement
Now I'm killing beats
It's complete
Play your defense
Momma independent
Baby Momma too dependent
Label me as a defendant cause I care for my dependents
They'll use the kids as leverage hoping they can get a severance
Money preference be the reference
We the parents, get the message huh
I learned the most from the women in my life
From my mom, to aunt, baby momma and my tikes
My lady on the side taught a nigga how to slide
While my ex brought me on
Taught the boy how to provide, yeah
I'm livin' proof that there's hope for the youth
It's the truth that my Grandma couldn't even bear the fruit
Extortion for abortion, but my mom couldn't afford it
Dumping babies in the toilet
Lil Carmen wasn't for it, huh
Babies having babies
Yeah that shit is pretty crazy
Fifteen still a teen
Filled with dreams slowly fading
But look at what you did
Raised a kid from the grid
Appreciate your bid
Now let's party in Madrid
Never gonna stop 'til my family on the top
Until my brother album drop
And all you other rappers flop
I can feel the power
While I'm climbing up this tower
All you other niggas sour
Cause the beats that I devour, huh
A spawn from kings
Raised by the queens
Pushers serving feigns
Leaving bodies on the scene
Prostitutes blouses
Red dice bouncin'
Broken crack houses that weighin' all the ounces
Illegal contraband
Hidden in the mini-van
Praying cops don't catch us and send us to the county man
Don't need no handout
Always been a standout
Momma raised a legend
I'm the motherfuckin' man now

Written by:
Daniel Suarez

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