Lyrics:
to sorrow
When do your vampires let you go
On your knees and say forgive please can I come back home
The ole demons are back again dancing with the seven
we true and flew in life
Leave us JD and rock a party all night tight nigga
One two three four five six seven
I can rap like hell but make
blades
He's the jack of all trades, about to release some tapes
Going on and on, you'll keep doing this til dawn
4 and 7 the windows will open, and then
A 9 BALL 3 BILLS SHOT BUP BAP
YO ME DEVEN NEED A SECOND OR A THIRD FI GUH SPIN DEM BLOCK
SUH WEH ME HEAR SOME WASTE MAN A CHAT DEM NAH TALK FACTS
YO
Twenty fours
Up in the studio
I'm trynna get that money
Runnin' like a CEO ahh
Now she fuckin with the Casté
bebe zy rocket apaché, she a baddy
I said.. I
LulKam nigga, yea
Long live 4
4 way or no way
Me and the men we gon' hop on a flight and go see 'bout the islands
I walk through your rip in
’m alive! Bumping hell on earth for the heaven
A second. A moment in my life when I’m seven digits nigga
Life is moving handicapped so I’m moving smarter
Yuh, one year ago X died, he was just gon' cop a bike
But four people ran up on sight, pulled the trigger, took his life
Now they watchin' his
Gluttony baby
Is I needs what I see
Gluttony baby
Is us, aside to seat two
It's knocking
Man, they gon, they gon, man they gon knock this one
the other niggas play the rules
Strapped up motherfucker better play cool
FNH 5.7, that's my favorite tool
I'm a fool dog ass nigga
So go play with your
And it's 1! 2! 3!
The kids love the monkey,
And 4! 5! 6!
The monkey's got a hockey stick,
7! 8! 9!
Havin' a good time, yeah!
National guard is running
on the Grind, on the corna of a 4 way street with a 9
On the corna where the catz start beef over signs, and put a cat sleep in the Ground, yep
I done lived that,
the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab
then all your ways
Will be sure
Proverb 4:26
Praise the Lord
Sing to the Lord, a new song
His praise in the assembly of his faithful people
Psalms 149:1
Yeah, it's me on the sample, by the way
What in the world was you thinkin'
What in the world was you drinkin'
First mill gon' be the hardest
Second
hits outta the park it's like I just hit a grand slam
Got four bars and I'm serving, 44 like I'm Gervin
44 like I'm Hamilton, seven titles and counting
7.62, it turn a scatty to a scooter pack
All we had was noodle packs, on God, I don't know who to trust
Lookin' at my rearview every second, clutch
of rest
But I'm going overtime
When I see you undressed
Three hundred and sixty-five
Twenty-four seven
Just hop on my bed
And I'll make you feel heaven
All
I'm so major
Full of flavor
Even haters
Love me
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven
I know that I'll get to Heaven
All I need is a paper and pen
the time i fell in love with the music
This boy crazy look easy he do it
With the keys and piano his so foolish (yeah)
Grade 7 8 out in fourways (four)
Grade
the hood on Molly
Then we put the hood on V
F- what a b- gotta say
I'm now securing my bag
Trappin' in Atlanta
Bought three, four, five Phantoms
Drug
Keep the safety off the glock
I keep the glock for safety
Juggin' and finessin' niggas crazy
Twenty four seven we do this daily
All this powder
ahead
4. It feels good, when a bitch give you gum head
5. Even tho she a gold digger
6. I need a woman in my life, not a ho nigga (for real)
7. Hope
when you no dey get wish chaii ah
I can't lie if nah money I dey Find am
Two four seven,I dey road I dey fight am
And Nobody no this pain wey I see for
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