Lyrics:
seven days
And way too many nights
And hit the Streets of San Francisco
Runnin' for her life
A week in cosmetology two weeks in airline school
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
I don't ever make plans
Really I just have more projects
And they aren't just for two days man
There's a million other ways
To live your life
Damn we at the outro already
I just wanna start this off by saying
Fuck 2020
Rest In Peace to my peoples
And free my 7s
Gang
Pavement gang
Now that
Honey, when I tell you I can work it out
I'm running my mouth
and it's seven days a week now, where I lay you down
Baby, get out, cause I'm wearing
daylight
Niggas way off in the game but don't play right
Motherfuckers wanna really check the temperature
Pop pop get rocked two shot deranger
4 5 all day
thang here
Check this out y'all
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
24 hours a day 7 days a week can ya dig it
That's real talk baby
You know what
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
and told him
'You'll be okay'
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplanin'
They hopin' that they catch they big break
What are
else pays
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days
For he once was a star of the highest degree
He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree
can't help count these weeks
'Til the day that I can hold you near
So come on and work it out right here
One, two, let me love you
Three, four, love
me
No way
You ain't with the team
Go away
My mind on my green
Always
I grind for my dream
All day
24/7
All week
I don't have time
To wait
I need
the product on the skizzy
In the project's it was tricky
Loney profit like I'm Nipsey
Ringer off because I'm busy
I'm on the street by my loney
Yeah it's just
in a month, pockets [?]
Ferrari still by the project building
[?] I'll, they come out with Uzis and wheels
[?] beef and too much dough
The legion,
Rome like a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak
Week like seven days
I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never been a phony
Express
Squad Clique
Keep it pimpin' mayne
[Chorus]
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
She turn to freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some
you will become a
Chorus x8
It's your own nigga Project Pat
I'm a G as in gorilla
all my life I want ot come clean
Why you flossin' all my dreams
I work all week, each penny saved buys more escape from home
I'd rather cruise around all day than save up for a move
Plow through rest area
I am an alcoholic who's never been drunk a day in his life
I get punched drunk off punch lines so hit me with your best
verse and not shot because
Twenty-four a day, seven days a week
Now when you're driving in your four by four
And you turn this up on your stereo
Whether night or day
Non-stop you'll
got super powers, super powers
I got super powers, super powers
Working 7 days a week and 24 hours
I got the business sayin this boy sure is up
all day wit my niggaz
And I ain't going in less I'm wit my niggaz
Yea
Living by da gun ima die by it
I'm right here in da slums nigga come try it
bleed
12 Hours a day, 6 days a week
A shabby shack, barely enough to eat
Every night I cry myself asleep
Awake as somebody else in my dreams
7 At one
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