Lyrics:
fast forward seven years, and this shit still ain’t right
Wanna give up, but I swear that shit don’t be feeling right
Now fast forward seven years
milli
Three mill
Four
Way the money coming omo emi gan mo fo
5 milli
6 milli
7 milli
Hey hey
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
One Milli
Two milli
Three mill
I've been on this shit
For seven years
For seven years
E be like say man no go blow
All the people wey believe in me They don Dey grow
They say time
to that reggie used to get high as a plane
Can't live like no coward so I'm gon' die as a man
Twenty-seven years chronologically on this planet
Twenty-seven
the rough[01:18.07]Until my efforts go and fall off the cliff of the bluff[01:20.63]Because i'm lying to myself when im sayin its tuff[01:23.07]It took me 22 years to be
on my plate, I guess I got a fuckin' appetite
My ex became a model, guess I'm not her fuckin' prototype
Seven years have passed and I'm still on her mind,
still inside been manifested
I lost my daddy mentally when I was 7
Could call on him to teach me right
Send me a Message
Turn to my mama
Played both sides
Have my mind in the sky that is nothin new
Comeback of the year right Here
Just creatin a buzz ahead Lightyears
There was times my return I Feared so
Year after year, I surpass all my peers
Never frontin' I'm the same as I appear
One day we gon' air it out, and take the Lear
One day I'm gon' take
It’s been 7 years
Since you were here
And even though
It’s over
I’m sitting here
With all this fear
And I just can’t ignore it
I’m searching for
[First Verse]
The year is 70' I'm due at the fifth,
I done did my nine months now my life take a shift,
In the freeworld now, you better raised me
well
Stomach's been growlin' since half-past twelve
And it's seven now, been locked out of heaven now
For some years I think it's seven now
Goddamn,
That sucks your boyfriend left you seven years ago
Every time i stand here here waiting
There is a screaming conversation
In my mind its made up
place out
Right around ten
I'll still be drinkin' at this bar
And I'll be gone by then
And the beer's still warm
All year 'round can't catch a buzz
the couple of Saturdays
I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
Seven hundred years since I came here
You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
I
Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
throwing
Who rebounding? Who gives a shit
Fuck dat, I got twenty seven years of this
Hit or miss, I hit your missus
You are local news, I'm 60 minutes
I
the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty
In six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window
Actin up, chickenheads
He's banana's, competitive, we can dance
Siege the damage, no more fo' he peed his pants
My second LP had real niggas on POTUS lawn
My seven trophies
niggas third notice, I won't say it four times
Lawn at my crib like a basketball court size
Six or seven years I've been running shit and just getting
Seven on the beat
Black gold
Ya know a wise man once told me
You tell somebody you gonna do something
You need to make sure you do it
And I just
and to face the fears
By the blade of the swords and spears
To the quest of a thousand years
Remember the wolfborn
From the heart of Rome to the land
Ha
Vally
Through the Vally
No X-Man but I'm a beast
Getting money seven days up out the week
And she want me cause she heard that I'm a freak
No
ya not to fuck with me I told ya
I told ya I told ya
Fuck apologies it was nice to know ya
By the time it said and done you all are gonna hear me
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