A Week Straight Tory Lanez

[Intro]
No, I believe nothing in art is inappropriate. I paint what I see
We're going to have to insist that the face be removed
Absolutely not!
Look, you son of a bitch!

[Chorus]
Same clothes on me for a week straight
Pray the Lord help me for my peep's sake
When my mama died, I became a soldier
Papa couldn't save him, I was out there gettin' paper, hol' up (Look, you son of a bitch!)
Same clothes on me for a week straight
Pray the Lord help me for my peep's sake
When my mama died, I became a soldier
Papa couldn't save him, I was out there gettin' paper, hol' up

[Verse 1]
MAC-11, barcodes in my arsenal
Lil' nigga lost cause, Arg' Fargo
Pray to Lord every night, repentin' every weekend
We was really in the beef and I was really reachin' (Not!—Look, you son of a bitch!)
Colt .45, bands from my younger peers
See my older niggas die up in they younger years
Ask my brother what the fuck I'm supposed to tell his mother
Know his sister and his cousin, plus his little brother
So we ride for him, caravan slide door
Just the team, just some beef my mother cry for
Copin' with the pain, smokin' in the rain
Movin' Macaulay Culkin, hopin' that it chain (Not!—Look, you son of a bitch!)