Lyrics:
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
So these were wed, and merrily rang the bells,
And merrily ran the years, seven happy years,
Seven happy years of health and competence,
And mutual
on the map
And Free dem members out dat cell
We grew up fighting inna trap
24/7 I be steppin I can only take a nap
With all this stressin I can’t help I
real 24 karat
Go to war for my little one but pray ion have to air it
Got god standing by my side but I feel the devil staring
Walking in the rain
Ashes
repeated 24/7 never stopping when I get fucking tired!
the masses
I keep it authentic 24/7
I'm not a fake artist, I keep it real
Bitch I'm the motherfucking real deal
Fuck outta here if you don't know me
The love
fucking constant
24/7 driven by my conscious
24/7 drift beside my options
Rather worry about some money than some possums
Christ-Yeshua Messiah-the last and first
You might call me a meddler, you might call me annoying
But I'm just fulfilling my calling
Seeking the good of the nation
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
the concrete, a nigga done rose Diamonds on me, dripping in gold
20k and I'll run it up, hit a Saks Fifth, fuck it up
24 hours and double up, thank God for making
anyway
I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade
Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet
Z-7-1, the mere sight'll take your breath away
It's
the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made
foreign go out with a bang
Take em on a chase, call that race, we gone run in yo space
Bitch I'm showing up not on time, I always show up late
Last night
head and shoot
8-0-4, that's when I'm reppin
I put in work, 24-7, my flow is tight
Like Paralegas, bitch like the reverend
Put in that work, bop, bop,
24/7 consecutive, no sleep
Bonafide, grinding numbers
Tryna finesse my feet
You bout that call
Then let's go run up another suite
Reload the protein
why everything doubling
Staying on the streets night and day 24/7
Mama always motivating me so I'm unstoppable
See me I'm untouchable buh you feel me
the sky /4
Ima soak her up till she’s dry5
Ima plea the fifth and you gon lie/6
I could smell the shit I’m a fly/7
If you burn me you get fried/8
We gon
A-B-C[01:17.88]Delusional[01:18.97]Truth of the matter pretty nigga like me is at the top of the ladder 24/7[01:23.48]Like I always tell em[01:24.80]Make it drip so hard when you take her
a rocket Now I'm trying to get that starship
Yeah, seven digits in the bank To me ain't nothing popping
But them sixes and them franks Couple bottles while
to move on, yeah
I said time goes by, tryin' to keep you as a friend, yeah, yeah, yeah
Call me 'round seven, I'll roll up a little somethin' to smoke
the mall up
We grind hard to play harder (harder)
24/7 365
If we ain't breaking them down
Then we letting them fly
Nah never I, always we
I came in
Hit me
Three Sevens
Why do I stay here
The door is open 24/7
Get me out of this slot machine
Save what you have left for another day
Get me out
all of our first dates
Blow our money on a fine dining restaurant
Like when we'd only known each other one day
Yeah we could hang out 24/7
Pulling faces
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