Lyrics:
car plus a nice bitch plus some money
Now the moneys gone because you got your bitch plus your car
It’s mathematics I’m just tryna raise the bar
By
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
on this beat it's bodied
I'm a young teen with a dumb dream
Stevie wonder feelings how I'm unseen
But I stay steady you a dumb being
If you judge me by
bro
Been grinding on the low low, been tryna make some peso
Coz i was only seven at the time my daddy split with my mom
Two thousand seven i was ten i
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Uh who's sick as me?
Tell the truth, bitch, nobody
And that's real
And as far as my eyes can see
I
I'm gonna film you a 7 second Joker video
Alright
Bitch, I blow up shit like the fucking Joker
Can't stop fucking coughing, I'm a chronic smoker
Bitch
you wreckin', nigga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not
Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up humble apologies sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run I ain't coffee brown
Get to know me the man the person
So by the time
Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's
momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
seven, eight'll be enough
Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up
Set times to the side just for us to live it up
Walking out a rav farm,
to the neighborhood NIP
Ufz brought to u by zieed with Neftali on the beats
Unfiltered Vitamin_Z 7 syllables
Like Notorious BIG
Hablame
Nefta gave the track that name
that can really spit
And plus I handle my business and I don't waste any second
Cuz if you wait just a second you can end up in second
So you best
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
break
Just come on over here and lay up on my chest
Do not anwser in a text
You the only think up in my mind
And that Id never second guess
That I'd never
you by surprise
I handle business, see me winning
Yeah I'm in my prime
Seven-O Beretta 'bout to make it, yeah they love my rhymes
Flexing in the mall,
of our soullllll!
That's why I'm pressin' ya'lllll! Don't-be-second guessin', ya'lll!
Every breath we breathe inside of heaven is a blessin', ya'll
So I
under
Bad lil bitch tryna steal my thunder
Ringer he is, POW POW, revolver
Seven, with one in the chamber
Holler
Pick up the phone
Pick up the pace
Pass
his executor
Making that money, it coming in laundromat
Load the gat, 7.62
That my contraband
Lil brudda next up fasho, second in command
My city
the whole wide world, I based my first album my second album my third and my fourth
That fourth one not quite out yet, but it is the works
Hello
Yo, how's
mort, c'est l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d'cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Days come easy
By night it gets hard
So close to you
But yet I’m so far
Gets so ruff out here it gets tuff
Missing you babe
Cause I can't get enough
seven countries are waiting for bookings
Then put my picture in the frame
Eight seconds out of ten
I'm tripping 'bout that fire feat. with H-Nine
I
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