Café Paradise

Yeah 2024 we gonna show who's right Backup the file, we gonna be up all night Shut the F*ck up I'm just being polite After this project we taking flight Bitch's wanna f*ck, I'm like take your time these crazy mfs acting like saying please is a crime Enter a store, you'll see my thing decline Stacking up the beat, you know its the time, yeah Single after single, I'm in my prime, yeah I miss a few times, but I'm still up all night, yeah Dropping now and then, I don't wanna hear you wine, yeah picking up all these dog tags, as soon as I come online, yeah I'm fucking around but its still blow up time, yeah Brothers tryna be like me, but stuck in disguise, yeah Taking my path, I don't think thats wise, yeah watching back while there track dies, yeah Fuckers wanna take my place, rather be in a race I aint a one day star , but I told you I will pace I dont need no fucking grace I don't need no fucking face No face no case, bitches wanna holla, give me space I don't need no fucking ace I don't need no fucking chase I don't need no fucking waste Seven days a week, grind everyday Dropping hits, getting laid This schedule we going fame Listen up for your ears to get fame Mondays we do the usual, We gotta focus on the grind This is essential for the peace of mind Fix up the mindset we think over night Its not too late to change up in time Tuesdays we box for the gains alright The extraterrestrial activity, I'm not talking about love at night I know you desperate for some attention tonight Baby we gotta keep it low key at time Wednesdays we can FaceTime til next night Wake up to your face, what a usual sight Listening to your music that you do alright Talking about our Fridays we love, we tight Thursdays me time that's no crime I gotta overthink, I cant let it go denied Gotta spend some time with the family at time Call the close ones check up on half time Fridays the day you look forward to The days when me and you gotta clutch through You get what you want, like all Fridays do Backseat the AMG like no one watching through Saturdays we work to make these rhymes Its the only way to pay for your crimes The day I grind with no dead times Saturdays the day, I gotta do overtimes Sundays I pray to look up to the sky Sunday we lose sins we made, I cant lie Praying for the glow up, I'm expecting not shy Waiting for The week to start Monday over night