Lyrics:
claim I fell from grace a couple years back
Still at the top, where I been at
Eight miles from the surface of Earth, feelin' infinite
Don't gotta get
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
on my hands while I'm young
I went from seven, I was stealing gum
Seven years later I'm programming drums
And my shit started hella wack
Five years I've
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big
for teenagers and eight year old's
I guess I think I'm great cuz of the way my cousin Craig he egg me on
Told me that myself and I were the only things
believe it my nigga
We turning them Ls into
Six seven eight figures in a bag and a
Safe full of big stacks oh shit nigga
Had a lotta bad times now we good
the time bitch I'm all in
Balling by myself all the time start my balling
Needa reboot my life cause i'm stalling
If you want it you cannot be pausing
Fuck
ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona,
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
the man by the age of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
Trap grammy trap grammy
Uh-huh yeah
Say what you’re feeling like get some real advice by the nigga like
But it could end tonight let’s pull up
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh
from Heaven like yeah
Sniffing talking 'bout 8 years closing eyes on the sponsor (what?)
Then how a bunch of fuckers had ammunition to fight us (and
that's from the trenches, I told him, trace his dreams
You gotta get up and go get it if you want it by any means
They like Seven This , seven that, it's
Uh, hmm
Skate off
Ayy
Snipers out
Ski
Yeah
I told her you ain't gotta worry 'bout us
T-House for a month (yeah)
Seven pounds and it's
on your Dodge
You a rapper, I'm a clapper, put a hundred in your Ford
I got one, two, three, four M's in my bank account
Five, six, seven, eight niggas
toes
I call this bitch adidas always keep like 3 rolled
Ima hit her up in the load ain't no way she comin' home
Bottom 8 look like chrome I cant wait
night he told me fly to the A
Go to Atlanta just to finish the tape
But I'm chilling on 8th
Pray my city gon ball
Never thought that Cam'ron and JayZ
joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
depression by 13
Wrote my first lines at 12
By age 11 I was raising hell
At 10 intended to be successful
9, I knew I was special
8, Niggas was letting guns
that a bitch
Seven years old I remember I couldn't play with a friend of mine
Cause one of his family members were part of the Gangs that one of my
years, how I grow to be a loner
Ignorant little kid with a sound that can be sonar
Or the shit can get tragic, bitch I'm so sick
You can call a nigga Magic
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