Lyrics:
what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back
Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner
And you aim 7 5 till your victim is a goner
Popping percocets on stage, we wanting seconds
Or maybe there's a lack in communication
That then leads to the frustration
We want it now, niggas ain't
I'm being careful
I don't wanna say a word
Hesitation and frustration
I'm tolerating the seconds while you bite your lips
I just want to taste them
to turn away and flee
As you realize the only way left is far from completion
Know that your fate will be set by one mistake
Know of many trials ahead
your music across the nation
Always filled with frustration
Always had expectations
Always had the rhymes and my flows, so I thank all of those
Shout out
Limp in as I struggle to lift the weight
That your shoulders seem to carry
Just by your indecisiveness (One lump or two)
Given time I just might
Lights out
I have a bright imagination and
Plenty of paint left to express my frustrations
So don't blame me if you see your name flipped
The only thing
because outside it's raining
I can only listen to certain phrases
When I'm left with only Seven Seconds
Wishing I could pick up and fix the pieces
Of your
Fast forward at a club where the strippers groove
Seven shots later damn Kred you're a tipping fool
It's been a wild night
Don't let your girl see that
To the army, salvation
Fucked my car
Where's the station
I'm in your spot
Dalmatian (No dogs)
I rock the nation
Covid crisis
It's mad frustration
Roll the dice
plate
I'm tryna eat like I just haven't ate
I'm in the stu’ for like six, seven days
I take the second verse off, send it Dre
I do what I want with no
syllables can he fit within the second with no content
Use your own logic
No comment
No more violence
I just came in to enjoy the silence
I got my hand
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
done
Their meaning of fun is who can draw the quicker gun
Easy with the fizi
Second rate the violence
Those who disagree hear your ashes blow in
a soul cuz they will lie to you
Never stay down switch sides on you
I see it coming from a far I've got my eye on you
Are they really by your side
Will
When you've hit rock bottom and your dreams have tasted dust
When belief inside is gone
And it seems failure is a must
How do you turn and trust again?
Perfect
Every second worthless
Pace around the room
Trynna ascertain my purpose
I smoke an eighth a day
Cause Being sober makes me nervous
And my
business
And it's just so damn easy to make little jihadis
When you're taking your human rights cues from the Saudis
Rip 'em from their parents at the age
hide away
6 6 7 neighbour of the beast with the devil of pride inside
I'm here to stop your brain genocide
It's a shame, who's to blame, nobody can
looking light got across the clouds
Fear the judgment
Feel this pleasure, our new morning
Like your first time, your cock is so hard
Frustration until you
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
up 85 on the dash
Wondering is this the dream are we really free at last
Then you see the news another death by the cops hand
Black man you ain’t free
dignity
Just ask once and it's coming straight to you
Overrated and blinded by fear
Insperation turns to dust as you've had your share
Rise up, get
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