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Fiend lyrics : "All In A Week"

(feat. O'Dell)

[talking]

What up world, this your people, the Excited Private
Fiend, better known as Sleepy Eyed Jones
I got a question to ask you, and understand me on this one

If life is a blessing, and truly a gift
Why in the hell it could end so quick
It could happen all in a week, knowI'msaying

Check this out

[Fiend]

Monday morning waking up before I brush my dogs
Loading clips to the tip why, cause haters test balls
Smoke a cess to ease it ll, but I got to face pain

Push come to shove and I will, release flames
There's a war on these streets, it's the beginning of the week
Came night fall, a couple of bodies had to leak

A couple hotties had to beat them in, died a snitch
Lied in a ditch, they tried not to cry like a (*##$
The eye witness, seen it all, but mouth stayed closed

Stayed at home praying, as tears drop from my nose
Suppose it was your boys, would you ride nine Tuesday
Grabbing whatever's spent even the old school uzi

Usually wouldn't be caught, doing these wrong deeds
Wednesday, wanna know, they done $#&@ed with the wrong breed
My girl Chrissy said Fiend, why you wear a vest

Besides the life I live girl the streets is a mess, it happened all in a week

[Chorus: O'Dell vocalizing in background]

If life is a blessing, and truly a gift
Why in the hell it could end so quick
If you thinking the streets is bad, is really a myth

You'd be surprised what your $$# might get

[Fiend]

Now, came Thursday, yeah my dog Rover his
The devil called who in the $#&@ taking care of them four kids
The more I did, with a firm grip, I couldn't shake the thoughts

I tried to drink the pain away, enough liquor wasn't bought
Saw some good news, like a quest for some gold
My girl sleeped with that other day, bless her soul

Glock I hold, got paper, wrapping ^!$$%s for nothing
Plus I'm tripping on these hoes, and get it all done with something
Blunting, to keep my composer, No Limit Soldier

Trouble seems to find me, in the Navi or the Rover
$#&@ being sober, it ain't the weekend yet
Plus some jackers tried to follow, me and Serv in the Vet


[Chorus]


[Fiend]
Probably even tripping how them boys, chase the wealth
Followed to I 10 them boys sure killed theyself

Hell, been not feeling a thang, behind mine
In search of being heard they surely don't mind dying
Picture, what happens, in time on this day

Chronic got me wanting to sleep on the sixth day
Mix playing the N.Y., Vix paying the N.O.
Both, your ^!$$%s drinking, blowing some indo

Send for, Saturday, that's when the Cali play
Over that a-way, a man stand in the alley way
Make it to the club, $#&@, he popping lips

Hit him, I got that torch straw anxious at my hip
%#@! got thick, and real ^!$$%s had to leave
I went throwing heat, like I was in the major league

%#@!, ready for combat including the gun play
The priest gone be tripping come confessions on Sunday


[Chorus x2]

[talking]

Better yet on our world, knowI'msaying
Understand it could happen all in a week
This for Fiend and No Limit to the world

Understand, live your life ^!$$%

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