Chase Moore - Friday lyrics

[Hook: Chase Moore] If you ain't got no job Then I'ma get you high today If you got fired on your day off Then we smoking like Friday (Stimulate your mind) (Might as well) X2 [Verse 1: Illmaculate] Stay smoking, stay stressing, real sh** that I stay stressing My brain open, my fist closed My pockets empty, my change, spent it My mom hurting, job searching Pops working like 60 hours It's not worth it, getting ours The clock turning, now these cops searching All through my bags, all through my phone I'm not perfect, I made mistakes I caught my case, I fought that then lost that, if you can't relate Well, that's fine, but save the hate Been hungry, scraped my plate Told my connect when I got that, that I'd call back at a later date My little bro, two kids, 19, sh** is real feel me Let me borrow a few bills, to chase my dream, now I feel guilty Damn… Trying to get these chips we clockin' My day one just lost his job for hitting licks while he's clocked in Last check on his day off, they told his a**, don't come back Ride with me, watch it pay off, meanwhile, back to this sack Last check on his day off, they told his a**, don't come back Ride with me, watch it pay off, meanwhile, back to this sack And smoke it back to back… [Hook] [Verse 2: Ca**ow] 2 years to a month, a month or 2 to a week Until they get my point, n***a, I still ain't hit my peek b**h, I still ain't made that mil Momma still stressed about paying late bills While I'm too stressed about getting that deal b**hes wearing red bottoms at the bottom of the hill Is she really only f**ing with the beat? Too much coke in her nose, she can't think Eyes blood shot sh**, it might hurt to blink Oh, cold n***a Too much hustle in me, what you n***as figure? Hell yeah I sold the sh** when she motherf**ing asked f** cops, f** them, f** you, get cash I ain't done, had to treat my nephew like a son Fast forward, I just need a fast Ford when I'm done Oh girl, let a n***a really know when he won Cause your hating a** n***a never give him all his credits Might never get a ta**el where I'm from Wait, I guess I'm just to late I guess I spilled my soul on every track and every tape I guess I'm just too real to ever see eye with all these fakes I ..... try filling in my blanks [Hook]