the week end (outro) ft. GloverOfficial, Mettaworldzeke & Troy IV Lyrics

All I nigga do is wake up, go get a bag

And then repeat

Brodie went alias, he back in town

Back in the east

I'm in it for the long game, till I'm six feet under

Ain't no ballplayer, numbers on the board

I get over like a parlay

All I nigga do is wake up, go get a bag and then repeat

Had to learn how to take time for me

I ain't tryna die at 23

Gotta do better, I know

But it's so hard

Distracted by more broads

I put that shit on pause

I had to get away

Since my last love, I just ain't been the same

Like a different grind

Nah, girl, this shit been the same

This is Yungshmoove

With no distraction

I'd love to break yo back in

But I can't get you all my action and pursue my passion

Cause a nigga gotta wake up, go get a bag

And then repeat

My brodie stay 'round

Don't hang around a single treesh

I'm in it for the long game, till I'm six feet under

Ain't no ballplayer, numbers on the board

I get over like a parlay

All I nigga do is wake up, go get a bag

And then repeat

Had to learn how to walk on my own two feet

My own enemy, I must be, and I did be

I wake up before I work so I can put in work

I'ma make sure I get it first before I'm put in dirt

Pray for health and money success

But I've been put on delay for too long

Something I regretted, it led me astray

I'm here right now, so I'll address it

I was in my head, I was blocking blessings

That's how God gave us lessons, it's all about progression

Cause a nigga gotta wake up, go get a bag

And then repeat

My brodie stay 'round

Don't hang around a single treesh

I'm in it for the long game, till I'm six feet under

Ain't no ballplayer, numbers on the board

I get over like a parlay

All I nigga do is wake up, go get a bag

And then repeat

If she hate broke niggas like Brett Favre

Then I know we'll never get far

If she wasn't right here since the genesis

Then I'll probably find me a better bitch

It's Metta bitch

Promise God if I get the bag, I'ma be generous

But when it's time to fuck up them commas

I might turn celibate

Selling this music, tryna get paper

Long CVS receipts

Act like Jigga did Maya and always give you the freshest me

If you look good, you feel good

You feel good, you play good

They pay good, my niggas finna smoke good

Hustle hard, ace hood

Lady round the way

By fourth n' oak'll let me lay wood

Money make a nigga handsome, nigga famous

Copping nothing tasteless

I just want a white Rolls Royce like a Wraith-ist

I be in my bag like I'm Missy in the rain

You can miss me with that sucker shit

I'd rather miss the train

In Jesus name

I'ma wake my bitch ass up and get this bag today

A decade in a nigga still need a bag too

Too disappointed bout it

For the longest, ain't had knew

It's going as it should

The slower pace to the fast route

Tend to keep me on the rue

Compelled by faith in the grassroots

Stressing keep me on the gas

Little changes I had to

Orchestrate to get the cake and batter up

The strikes at you

Blessings falling out the sky, as quickly as ash do

Stayin' focused on the dash, a little less when they at you

Preheat 350 degrees, how we coming

I found myself through clicking up

Intervened with my brothers

Stalking after tickets

Niggas tipping the scale cause we love it

Chippin' at myself, I'm tryna be better

And chisel the stomach

Fourth n' oak where I'm at cause I want it

Needed a sequence to win

Intentions to run it

Niggas asking who the guy

Shit you know who the one is

Kobus tandem with my guys

Mr. catch me at Dulles

How I'm bout to be

Across the map on my own, how I'm coming

But I gotta stay the same

While doing work to grow

At any cost, this shit is 'bout exchange

I never eat a loss, I never stay the same

Cause all a nigga do is

Wake up, go get a bag and then repeat

Wake up, go get a bag and then repeat

Had to learn how to walk on my own two feet