Voices

[Verse 1: Nines] I'm still with the same niggas, no recruits I got this pink greaze shooting all these balls like I'm tryna win the golden boot Sent my worker to re-up told 'em to move discreet Kicking balls in the cage, grazing up my gucci sneaks Shooting in the air that's what you call war If I'm shooting in the air, there's paigons on the fourth floor Foods all white, like Black Steve's face is Briefcases, full of queens' faces When my shifts done I'm with a gorgeous hoe When the piff comes, I think I'm George from Blow Still weighing up them keys,fuck your lil' 38 hand ting Spraying like Febreeze I feel like to do a bumper car shut down For them days I couldn't buy a token Told my niggers, one day I'm gonna shut it down But they must have thought that I was joking, it's nines [Chorus: The Weeknd] Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday But on Thursday, make sure You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby Get ready, oh, on Thursday Why you... [Verse 2: Likkle T] Looking at Life in amazement Money and change spent A lot of things changed since wayne went Most my times stuck on a pavement Why you think my name ring a bell like the smell of a fragrance I look back in the day when It was nothing but love and nobody was considered a paigon Or everywhere you go Somebody been portrayed to be something that they're not Another thug in the making Shine bright like the sun light And the moon gleams For the right price you'll see a niggers true theme Loyalty's a must so pay respect when due Cause it's hard enough to trust the closest person in view Yeah I guess I'm tryna make it through The struggle and pain but couldn't tell if it's the same for you I live a hard knock life But we know it takes two And always fail to realize that most this world's confused Ha ha ha ha [Chorus: The Weeknd] Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday But on Thursday, make sure You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby Get ready, oh, on Thursday Why you... [Verse 3: Kezza] Spark an L, bump nas it ain't hard to tell Thinking bout the days when I used to master scales Mom's on a crud, cause the bud? Couldn't master smell Brudda came through with the bricks In the whip like gargamel Tryna live easy when it's hards as hell Spark a L, bump nas it ain't hard to tell Thinking bout my taylors lane days Paper plane ways All my ex girls I love you same way, love you same way Thinks im a player iniesta Any time I pass I mek my wing man strecth her And thats lionell messi I member daddy playing dennis brown Final steady, hydro meddy , spiro deadly? I spit fire, call me pirot kezzy We the truth, we seen them lies already Spiro deadly, we the truth, we done seen them lies already I spit fire call me pirot kezzy [Chorus: The Weeknd] Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday But on Thursday, make sure You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby Get ready, oh, on Thursday Why you...