Two Weeks

Working on my patience
Feel like Peyton need the first
Niggas waiting on me like the 1st
To fifth to teenth
Anything occurred was birthed
Within me, this the 33rd degree
But those days felt the same sucha waste
W/ my Face on the curb, where I lay
Same color as my skin so I rise from it
If a nigga ain’t kin then it’s quiet for him
I ain’t stopping till my momma draped in fur
And she cry nothing unless she slice onion
I Feel like Paul Bunyan, but the black version
& my Back hurting, all this pressure
Got me sweatin, like my ancestors in the field
So If you fucking with me
Then you fucking with real
And I’m tired of this shit
Oh So tired of this shit
So a nigga clench his fist
Start a riot in this bitch
Hollup
Hook:
Two weeks
Two weeks
Two weeks
Two weeks
Two weeks
Two weeks
Two weeks
Two weeks
All this rhyming was a time
Father thought this was a bluff nigga
Do a shift then we grinding till it’s dusk nigga
This 10 an hour ain’t enough
So it’s 2 weeks in No more silence on the tongue
I’m the needle in the hay or the diamond in the rough
See my Veins finna just letting go of the trust
Letting go of the blood
They was talking like it’s love
Really masked up w/ the gloves
2 weeks in y’all get left in the dust
2 weeks in y’all get left in the dust
2 weeks in & I’m gone