"Monday To Sunday" lyrics
Yo, yo, yo, it's Kilo, straight out of Church Road
Reppin' CRS, and right now, I'm with the most anticipated
Heavy-weighted
White GOAT
My nigga Nines, yo, come fuck this shit up
I grind from Monday to Sunday
I cop the silver whip, super cop the gun
Grey Mums keeps tellin' me to stay off the road
The only time I'm in my yard's when I'm weighin' up "O"s
I ain't tryin' to get sprayed by my foes, that's why I roll with my strap
Only 17, he probably thought I was older than that
Count my games tight, throw hoes, hit them in the same night
Niggas wanna eat me, count my chains bright
If you're thinkin' of poppin' my chain
You'll be droppin' like rain
No one's stoppin' my fame, count my cup and my game
I'm on my grind, but I still cop big tracks
Got my line blows, and I got big fat shoes
When I'm on the block, I always got my gun around
Pullin' up them whips, that's the Need for Speed Underground
I ain't got time for slack
I grind to stack
Rewind the track
'Cause Nines is back, my rhymes are crack
I sell a lot of dro, I'm a known thug
Stayin' on the low, 'cause the feds got my phone bugged
I don't rely on no one, 'cause I die alone
On the strip waitin' for a few, tryin' to buy a stone
I'm just tryin' to make it to the top
I can tell a lot of niggas can't wait 'til I flop
I've never been on fist-fightin'
Poke a nigga up if I dislike him
When I was pullin' up on Peds, niggas my age was peddlin'
Broke? I've never been, these days I'm spittin' heroin
If a nigga tries to pop my chain off my neck
I pull out my strap, then I leave his brains on my throat
'Cause I'm never slippin', I always roll with my hammer
Every day I distribute coke like Tony Montana
Tryin' to make my money multiply, a lot of niggas hope I die
So I roll with guns, I used to play with on GoldenEye
Spit the truth when I'm in the booth, I never told a lie
The way my neck glow
You can tell I get dough
Every day I sell food to survive
I had a free 8 before I knew how to drive
All day I put in work, that's how I make pay
I grind all day and night, I don't take breaks
Never wear silver, always up in white gold
Yellow stones in my ears lookin' like some light bulbs
If you know me, you know I'm a rider
Snuffin' a nigga in his nose if he owes me a fiver
I got a few workers and they be sellin' beer jacksets
So every week I be buyin' their Air Maxes
Reppin' CRS, and right now, I'm with the most anticipated
Heavy-weighted
White GOAT
My nigga Nines, yo, come fuck this shit up
I grind from Monday to Sunday
I cop the silver whip, super cop the gun
Grey Mums keeps tellin' me to stay off the road
The only time I'm in my yard's when I'm weighin' up "O"s
I ain't tryin' to get sprayed by my foes, that's why I roll with my strap
Only 17, he probably thought I was older than that
Count my games tight, throw hoes, hit them in the same night
Niggas wanna eat me, count my chains bright
If you're thinkin' of poppin' my chain
You'll be droppin' like rain
No one's stoppin' my fame, count my cup and my game
I'm on my grind, but I still cop big tracks
Got my line blows, and I got big fat shoes
When I'm on the block, I always got my gun around
Pullin' up them whips, that's the Need for Speed Underground
I ain't got time for slack
I grind to stack
Rewind the track
'Cause Nines is back, my rhymes are crack
I sell a lot of dro, I'm a known thug
Stayin' on the low, 'cause the feds got my phone bugged
I don't rely on no one, 'cause I die alone
On the strip waitin' for a few, tryin' to buy a stone
I'm just tryin' to make it to the top
I can tell a lot of niggas can't wait 'til I flop
I've never been on fist-fightin'
Poke a nigga up if I dislike him
When I was pullin' up on Peds, niggas my age was peddlin'
Broke? I've never been, these days I'm spittin' heroin
If a nigga tries to pop my chain off my neck
I pull out my strap, then I leave his brains on my throat
'Cause I'm never slippin', I always roll with my hammer
Every day I distribute coke like Tony Montana
Tryin' to make my money multiply, a lot of niggas hope I die
So I roll with guns, I used to play with on GoldenEye
Spit the truth when I'm in the booth, I never told a lie
The way my neck glow
You can tell I get dough
Every day I sell food to survive
I had a free 8 before I knew how to drive
All day I put in work, that's how I make pay
I grind all day and night, I don't take breaks
Never wear silver, always up in white gold
Yellow stones in my ears lookin' like some light bulbs
If you know me, you know I'm a rider
Snuffin' a nigga in his nose if he owes me a fiver
I got a few workers and they be sellin' beer jacksets
So every week I be buyin' their Air Maxes
