Lyrics:
they cashing out its pennies, nickels, and dimes
I’m my only competition like it’s fucking solitaire
So even if you play your cards right I still won’t
7Up
Need 7 figures and a beach mansion, sun dancin' on me when I'm wakin' up
It's a marathon, gotta double up! And it ain't a race but I run it up
I
a sippi cup
Cause hes gonna need it when he gets the real news that he's
Music sucks(fuck)
(Chorus)
7 Deadly Sins,Hate,Angry Mother Fucking,Wraith
soon
Our world is sick 'cause we are killing it
Another year digging our own tomb
The years go by
One second of your time
I still miss the winter nights
nothing is funny
Still feel the emptiness inside even with all that money
Don’t you?
Money’s not the evil
There is a bigger issue
They’ll do anything for it
a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it
Doggy style before i go out
Until they sign my death certificate
All eyez on me
I'm still at it, illmatic
(like you got yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty
I've been dealing with depression since eleven
And I'm still pinned down by the demons I've been wrestling
I was born with something broken in my brain
because imma need you to get it
By the time this songs ends 100 Plus people will die
I hope every second you take it in that you’re still alive
60 Minutes
Hey, tough
What's it like to be so big and strong and so buff?
Everything I'm not, but could I still be a hunk to you?
Enough for you, a stud to you
pawned my sins
In hope to reach heaven
(Aye)
But I'm still out here sinning
(Sinning)
So god
I'll make my mind up in seconds
Just give me a second
I swear
Give me ten seconds
I'll give you art
An extra hundred-twenty
Adds weapons and stolen cars
Throw in five more for the lookout before it's dark
And if
Drill it
We gon' drill it in your skull
We all got love within
Brothers sisters father's mother's all my cuz and 'em
All my thugs and them still
So light it up (light it up), light it up (light it up)
Bonfire (light it up), light it up
Forty seven hours, since I've been conscious
No sleep in
suckas still hating the goal
Locked and loaded and know that we cannot slow
RattPack in full attack
No lies inside this rap
Logic bringing it back
Young
niggas we done it
My neck be flooded
12 on me, I'm gunnin
We dumping them 7 6 2's
Like Chris you better run it
Came up from the block
I ain't pushing no
be?
The world is on the edge of it's seat
Defeat on the horizon very surprising
That we all could see the plot
And still could not
Let me do that part
Maybe cause of loose screws
Scratch all that, cause mama loved to pick the tool up
Now a marathon blew up
And it's by the hands of two nuts
When
your body in a split second
Put me on your song, it's a hit record
If I put you on, you a rich nigga
Yes, I told them, I told them I'm a born winner
I try but it doesn't seem to get away
Especially during night time Cause I just be awake
I be taking pills thru times, just so I can chill
Instead it
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself,
and strong dislikes
Still, our future's so abstract
We don't think about the fact
That we're ...
Older by the second
Older with every breath we take
Older by
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