Weekago Lyrics

It was all good just a week ago

Feed the bros

Fight demons in the dark might eat your soul

It was all good just a week ago

Me and Dang J back to back just to defeat the bros

Fight demons in the dark might eat your soul

Ain't no rules in these streets, better keep your pole

Even thugs cry, watchin' them thugs fly

Blood be backstabbers, gotta watch with your third eye

You can send an Uber, I bet you they won't ride

Slippin' on thin ice, I bet you they won't slide, but I..

Prayin' for the best, ready for the worst

Bet you I see the world before I see a hearse

I'ma see it now, them demons livin' in a church

My kids keep me level, and I ain't givin' up

I was raised in them projects

Chips, hot dogs, honey, buns, what's the process

You know what that before dishonor, and I ain't died yet

How you slide in yo verse and ain't slide yet

Stop that dissin' in that song, you ain't right there

How you dissin' niggas dead, you ain't like that

Used to rob back then, get your life snatched

Now you callin' niggas to help get your pipe back

Lord, hey, shit be wild

Keep your head above cloud, they'll try to hold you down

Don't play, get around

Follow through, through the foul

They hate to see you smile

It was all good just a week ago

Me and Dang J back-to-back just to feed the bros

Fight demons in the dark, might eat your soul

Ain't no rules in these streets, better keep your pose

Even thugs cry, watchin' them thugs fly

Bloody backstabbers, got watch with your third eye

You could send a Uber, I bet you they won't ride

Slippin' on thin ice, I bet you they won't slide, but I..

Love all, but can't trust a soul

From a place where they die, but don't wanna grow

You not loyal to your bitch, but loyal to the bros

I'm solid as they get, but can't trust a ho

These niggas either doin' dicks or doin' coke

I wanna pop out with your stick, but don't wanna blow

You got backdoor bad bitch, that's how the story go

Niggas be more bitch than a Maury show

Fight demons in these trenches with demining souls

I lost my cousin to the system, he'll never fold

Some shit left scarred, but I never told

P's and Q's on these blocks like the honor roll

Cause I jump off a porch in my brother clothes

You ever had it all, but then want it though

Imagine tryin' to ball, but then want us gold

I ain't tryin' to peach, I just came to talk

It was all good just a week ago

Me and Dame J back to back just to feed the bros

Fight demons in the dark, might eat your soul

Ain't no rules in these streets, better keep your pole

Even thugs cry, watchin' them thugs fly

Bloody backstabbers, got watch with your third eye

You can send an Uber, I bet you they won't ride

Slippin' on thin ice, I bet you they won't slide