Made It To Tha Club Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. CyHi)

[Verse 1]
What a day, man I’ll explain in a few
I’ll give you a list of bullshit that I done been through
Got pulled over harassed, by the tas, when I passed
Cause the window was down, and the police got a draft
Of the grass, searched the car and only found bags
Bad tags, rain drag, but that was only the half
Drove halfway down the block then I almost crashed
Cold thang, man I wasn’t even driving fast
But this lady I have passed had ass so I smashed
My bad, fucked up my brand new jag
Tried to play it all bad like I wasn’t even mad
But I was harder than the son at his deadbeat dad
I’m just tryina make a dollar out of 15 cents
But a buck 15 still can’t pay your rent
My baby mama tripping saying libby need diapers
And my brother stressed out cause he just got light

[Chorus]
All day I’ve been grinding, with so much on my mind and
So ain’t worry bout shining, I wouldn’t even wait in the line and
I’m glad I made to the club, I almost didn’t make it
I’m glad I made it to the club, police tryna take me
I’m glad I made it to the club, I ain’t trippin on anything
I’m glad I made it to the club, fresh off probation
I’m glad I made it to the club