Lyrics:
best to behave
I'm seven dollars a record makin heftier pay
Can you realize platinum artist buck by buck, is that what you say?
200 thousand sold
our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one
Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With
As always i'm on my Trump shit tonight
Let me tell you what it is
Bruh ayy, you know me
I went down seven years of
My life for mothafucka's
Hating me for
is, bruh aye
You know me i went down
Seven years of my life
Of motherfuckers hating me for saying Beyoncé
Had the best video hey baby
Let’s rock
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
knowing that I gotta make
It running on my deadline
Giving out flat lines
Cause if you think that I'm feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
happiness
Baqi masalalk el ajal
Sh7al kil7sona fl kawaliss
Bitch wakha dosi f dose
Baqi katbali fl Rose
Fash kent kanrappe welah
Kenti gha louza floos
Ghaber
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
seven seas
Aye, yeah
I’m not one for bragging
Been done with that since people were sagging
Put myself out, I’m going back in
Need to wash up, all of my
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
this bread I gotta get some, all these hits it's hard to pick one
Might just have to drop a album, I lost track got six or seven
Might just 69 a bad
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don't always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta
frontin', and gettin' away
But y'all niggas ain't gone leave today
I got that hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch
y'all niggas know that I ain't
the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
skittles
The album Z-Ro up in this game, punk I'm not a beginner
I'm a veteran, exceteran ain't stopping a head rush
When I'm letting my lead bust, you
Yo, tell 'em we back in this
One-of-a-kind spirit's
Be remembered with the time
The sky's the limit
Bitch I'm barely in my prime
This ain't half
feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
'Cause
feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
'Cause
The album 'bout to drop, this whole year look like a rollout
They was actin' like they ain't know but I bet they know now (I bet they know now)
Grr, uh
power moves like, back, forward, punch, kick, A, B, B
Boy this shit ABC's, shout out Detail, 7-11 we on the road
I'm on the sixth record off the album
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