Letra de A Week Straight - Tory Lanez

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!

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

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!)

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!)

Should we ride 'til the wheels fall

Pay these tickets for your biscuit if it's will call

And when this thief come and tell you I'm a lil dog

Stone cold, we just wanted that control, lil nigga, hold up

I'm with my niggas rollin' in this whip, it's stolen

Off a fifth of Hogan, if you chick is scoldin'

The whip get open and your bitch get open

Shit, this shit is sinister (Not!—Look, you son of a bitch!)

Ain't it ironic? My pops was a minister, nigga

For that side, I will ride, I will finish a nigga

Catch them how I rolled 'em, they shootin' photos of the job, hold it

Young Fargo, I'm just tryna let it all go, listen (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 (Son of a bitch!)

Lil sister cryin', she got multiple structures

Takin' needles every night just to hold a discussion

You don't know that pain, nigga, you don't know that rain

Beggin' niggas for they change, you don't know that shame (Not!—Look, you son of a bitch!)

You never fucked up on a re-up you don't know that change

Walkin' in The Dot, nigga, 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

Niggas hated on me, threw dirt on my name

There's hurt in my veins, lightin' this purple, the flame

I'm confused in this lost world

My daddy's daughter was a lost girl, and she my sister (Not!—Look, you son of a bitch!)

She love 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 prayed

He gon' bring the sun up for me

Tryna switch the situation with this gun up on me

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