[Intro: CJ Fly, CJ’s Mom & Voicemail]
*kettle whistles*
Chaine!
Wake up, let’s go!
You’re always late
Wake up, get up!
Coming
Ain’t it funky?
Word
(Come from bathroom, Chaine)
(Come from—)
*scratches*
(—please leave a message after the tone)
*beep*
Let’s go, move to the car now
Cause I gotta move the car, I can’t leave it parked here, now
You ready to come to the car, right?
Get up
Ain’t it funky?
Word
[Verse One]
Alarm going off, fuck, my dad, he would call up
To make sure that I make it to the system, we gon' learn
Gotta move the car first, ticket written, wrong description, well I thank you, dear officer
Don't gotta take withdrawals from my accounts that are off-shore
[Break]
Check, check
[Verse Two]
For work, mom would departure, this would be the part, yeah
Supposed to just walk her, to make sure it's all good
Like an elder, I held her down like she needed a walker
Get to bruisin', just in case some crazy dudes tryna stalk her
Taking things a tad bit far, for the lies, the truth hits deep
Just to straighten me out, the irony of ironing
Assure there wasn't any crease, in the streets, the crime increase
In the coast where there are beasts, rotten apple NYC
Knew I was my father's seed, didn't fall too far from tree
I planned to grow, so I will put water on me before I leave
And get slower, just the flower, when I rose from the pot
Used to get entwined with time, might be late, I might just not
Wouldn't know if my grade declined, if I didn't get a drop
No bull, might have to bear with me, value company I got
March in tardy, learned by margin, next semester I took stock
Things were different, 'bout my business, from then I would always plot
I was never seen shootin', the end like the takeover
Somewhere down the line they give me credit, gettin' closer to the closer
Uh, I grew older, inches a lil' plus
Introduced to Henny and soda
Flu glasses and champagne drinkin' mimosas
Wasn't gonna take shots, yet, I holster
It's sad to say I'm a product of what I'm exposed to
Went from, "Mom, au revoir" to, "Mom, I'm tired"
Dawned to feel caught up, so I likely yawn
My day, it was long, patience, it was short
I could use a quart’, think I'm 'bout to make that call
Waitin' for him, I get bored
He like, "Yo I'm on your porch"
Comin' soon so say no more, see here it's all yours
Don't have to ask him if it's cut, he dropped the tree
Rationalized with the spliff, as I face reality, I finish this, fatality
[Outro]
Ain’t it funky?
Ain’t it— ain’t it—
Ain’t it funky?
Funk— funk— funk— funk— funky
*cheering*
Statik Selektah
