Lyrics:
wit it (Huh)
It's triple 7
I wear it on me don't call it a pendant (No)
And I got the powers 11
But I might turn evil don't call me a menace (Woah)
She
like
Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second
Make dirt, day Heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder
Spray seven at your back
on niggaz with bad manners
You want to kill me you willing to ride the hell with me
Seven shot revolver I'm taking my shells with me
You don't want no
a crook
I just want life of all verse and no hook
Go save that chorus 4 the pill you took
Well put
I'm living life on the good foot
With good People
Having
back
I’ll end ya life don’t second guess that
N this shit right here is another murdered track
This shit right here is on another level
Y’all ain’t
I deal with my partner
But no lie I got love for my hometown
I love guns, get money in my hometown
One-seven postcode of my hometown
I walked G's
system collapse
Dirty data track run dem de-population traitor that (now)
Them could a tuff like alligator back
Dem dis 7:59 and drop by 8 O-clock (evil)
and walked on the moon
But time is still a mystery
We tried to label time by
Creating numbers and digit's
Seconds and minutes and hours
Are all just figments
second of this life and spend all I can in it
No, I ain't got time to sit and bitch and whine
Live or die, grab it by the horns and baby take that ride
Start fessing up
Pour a bit syrup in that Seven up
Asking how it feel
Well it's not enough
Used to a be amuse
But she call a bluff
Ain't never get along
love with the beat and get called lazy
But can you blame me
Complain the same cause n*ggas angry
No shame in plan b
Cause when I bust I ain't pulling out
can't find myself
Lost in the middle of bland
Don't nobody play nowadays all these digital bands
Ain't nobody musicians no more lyrical cats
How can we go
I never been arrested
Ain't gotta record
For the record
Get arrested by a white cop
On your way to the police station, hope you speak Afrikaans
the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like
Fuck these bitches, they gone get bullets to the dome
I'm yelling out Loma, make if fuckin known
That we ain't no punk bitches and our pride is strong
L.: Aight, I hear you kid
But if you didn't, nigga who did?
This bullshit, I ain't buyin it
Mr. Lee?
Mr. Lee: Don't even try it son
My life is
fulla lead, incidents, classified accidents
No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays, I guess
It's the American ways, far from slaves, yet behind bars
it's out of control
There's only one life, we gotta live it
No second chance this is it, it's now we're in it
There's things'll take it, there's
don't ever sleep it's been seven straight nights
All my diamonds bleed on my neck fucking ice
Something else she needs came back hit it twice
I ain't even
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NcRRcTIVE STYLE CONCEPTUcLIZED BY crtist/Producer Robert DarkaShade...
INTRO: STREETS
can't
Relax..
I ain't gon' stress it anymore I won't shed no tears
For half my life cats been tryin' to have my life
I been, blasted twice by
It's been a miracle from what you've done
Please stay right by my side
Two can be one
The righteous way to go
Been a while but no
I'll believe
time using spirit to make sure your message is resonant (Yeah, aye)
Get to taking each second as sacred (Second as sacred)
'Cause your time is not to be wasted (No
everybody want to tap something
Go get your own don't make me have to fucking clap something
I love my shorty more than life now ain't that something
To love
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