VII

Follow 0 fans

Seven Jackson

4:11

4 Views

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

I put 7 grams in my RAW
I got 7 plants, f**k the law
I got 7 girls on my line
B***h this 7 Jack, f**k you thought
Yea, SMG. is a cult
I'm the realist nigga no joke
This the realist s**t that I wrote
This the realist s**t that I spoke
I put 7 grams in my RAW
I got 7 plants, f**k the law
I got 7 girls on my line
B***h this 7 Jack, f**k you thought
Yea, SMG. is a cult
I'm the realist nigga no joke
This the realist s**t that I wrote
This the realist s**t that I spoke

I den put in work in these streets
I den put in work in dem books
I put shatter all in my jays
I chase Jack Daniels with brew
B***h, Yea, SMG. is my crew
Shoutout Fastlife, what it do
Uptown DC, I ran thru
DCT Boyz, what it do
People hate on Seven that's cool
I'll be counting stacks in my room
People try to play me for fool
Got high intellect, no koon...
I be chilling, talking to gods
I don't really f**ks with my moms
Everybody got problems
I just hope this money will solve em

I put 7 grams in my RAW
I got 7 plants, f**k the law
I got 7 girls on my line
B***h this 7 Jack, f**k you thought
Yea, SMG. is a cult
I'm the realist nigga no joke
This the realist s**t that I wrote
This the realist s**t that I spoke

When it's life or death, there's no rules
People out here shooting up schools
Niggas getting shot for dey shoes
Take a sip of tea, that ain't cool
I den got rid of them ounces
I den put in work in trap houses
I den tipped some of these strippers
I den spent money in brothels
I den spent time on probation 
I still served pac with ankle bracelet
Wrote my first songs in Texas
DC be stressing
Counting all of blessings
Learning from life lessons 
Everybody got problems
I just hope this money will solve em

I put 7 grams in my RAW
I got 7 plants, f**k the law
I got 7 girls on my line
B***h this 7 Jack, f**k you thought
Yea, SMG. is a cult
I'm the realist nigga no joke
This the realist s**t that I wrote
This the realist s**t that I spoke

I be gone all in the wind
I ain't got no time for fake friends
I ain't got no time to pretend
I'm embracing all off my sins
I be looking up, time passing
I be tryna help the masses
I don't give a f*ck about taxes
You can have your girl, she plastic
No dad, I'm a bastard
Still f*ck with CEPH, no static
Java beats be crackin'
Jenna always snackin'
SMG. we lapping
On my adlibs, I be laughin'
Cause y'all niggas is crashing
SMG., we masters 

I put 7 grams in my RAW
I got 7 plants, f**k the law
I got 7 girls on my line
B***h this 7 Jack, f**k you thought
Yea, SMG. is a cult
I'm the realist nigga no joke
This the realist s**t that I wrote
This the realist s**t that I spoke
I put 7 grams in my RAW
I got 7 plants, f**k the law
I got 7 girls on my line
B***h this 7 Jack, f**k you thought
Yea, SMG. is a cult
I'm the realist nigga no joke
This the realist s**t that I wrote
This the realist s**t that I spoke

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com