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A Week Straight
2,278
Hip-Hop/Rap
A Week Straight was released on October 1, 2014 by One Umbrella Records as a part of the album Lost Cause
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Release DateOctober 1, 2014
LabelOne Umbrella Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Noah Breakfast
Noah Breakfast
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Producer
Noah Breakfast
Noah Breakfast
Producer

Lyrics

Same clothes on me for a week straight
Pray the Lord help me for my peep's sake
When my momma died I became a soldier
Poppa couldn't save him I was out there gettin' paper
Hold up
Same clothes on me for a week straight
Pray the Lord help me for my peep's sake
When my momma died I became a soldier
Poppa couldn't save him I was out there gettin' paper
Hold up
MAC-11, barcodes in my arsenal
Little **** lost cause, I'm Fargo
Pray the Lord every night, repentin' every weekend
We was really in the beef and I was really reachin'
Coke, four or five beers for my younger peers
See my older **** die up in their 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 'em, caravans, slide door
Just some teens and some beef my mother's cried for
Copin' with the pain, smokin' in the rain
Movin' my cola coca, hopin' that'll change
Same clothes on me for a week straight
Pray the Lord help me for my peep's sake
When my momma died I became a soldier
Poppa couldn't save him I was out there gettin' paper
Hold up
Shit we ridin' 'til the wheels fall
Pay the ticket for your biscuit if it's will call
And when it's beef I'm comin' to you with my lil' dawg
Stone cold, we just wanted that control, lil' **** hold up
I'm with my **** rollin' and this whip is stolen
Hawk a fifth of Hogan if your chick is scopin'
The whip get open and your bitch get open
Shit, this shit is sinister
Ain't it ironic my pop was a minister, ****
For that side I will ride, I will finish a ****
Catch them out rollin'
They shootin' photos of the job, hold up
Young Fargo I'm just tryna let it all go, listen
Same clothes on me for a week straight
Pray the Lord help me for my peep's sake
When my momma died I became a soldier
Poppa couldn't save him I was out there gettin' paper
Hold up
Little sister cryin', she got multiple structures
Takin' needles every night just to hold a discussion
You don't know that pain ****, you don't know that rain
Beggin' **** for they change, you don't know that shame
You never fucked up on no re-up, you ain't know that change
Walkin' in the dark ****, you ain't show that chain
You ain't sleep in no park, you had a home to stay
I was down and dirty tryna get a pound of 30
**** hated on me, threw dirt on my name
Just hurtin' my veins lightin' this purple in flame
I'm confused in this lost world
My daddy daughter was a lost girl
And she my sister, she loved me when I was younger
And told me fuck with the music instead of holdin' my gun up
She told me that maybe if I pray he'd bring the sun up for me
Tryna switch the situation with this gun up on me
Written by: Daystar Peterson, Noah Breakfast
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