Monday's Worst

It's never too late to get your values straight Can you believe me, baby? It's never too late to get your values straight (no, no) Do you believe me? Yeah, heater on the dresser, stomach growling I'm thinkin' how can I make some dollars within the hours? It's funny how them hunger pain to your rib can Turn a decent kid into doing a bid Over stick-ups, nothing come, so screw the consequences I'll throw this black hoodie on, walk into this kitchen Grab my keys and my phone, call my mans to see if he's with it But he didn't pick up, I guess I'm on a solo mission Times hard, my God, I can't even lie A nine O five is not what I'm tryna do to survive I'm thinking while on the hunt Somebody 'bout to stumble out of this club drunk Without having that chain tucked 'Bout to get that fucking chain took, nigga Oh, it's never too late to get your values straight Can you believe me, baby? Oh, it's never too late to get your values straight (no, no) Do you believe me? Yeah, in the club, chain hanging, swinging, wow Baby moms is sending texts and sending threats like Where those payments? On some deadbeat dad shit, I hate you in the worst way Spend money on rozay, instead of your son's birthday Mad quick, I told her "hold up, hold up, be there tomorrow" Then went back up to the bar to get another glass and a bottle Okay, can't let her ruin my high tonight, not alright Plus I pulled this chick With every sip she's looking more and more like the model type Ayo, lets leave, I take her, reach for my keys I'm stumbling out the door looking for my car on the street 'Til I see this black-hood warning, staring nigga tryna stick up Shots go off, I fell victim, damn It's too late It's never too late to get your values straight Can you believe me, baby? Oh, it's never too late to get your values straight (no, no) Do you believe me? It's never too late to get your values straight Can you believe me? It's never too late to get your values straight Can you believe me? It's never too late to get your values straight