Lyrics:
Down the subway stairs straight through the turnstyle
No smile but I'm waitin' in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties
a toilet bowl and a sink
ain't that a bitch I've been struggling ever since I could remember
But I stay strong year round from January all the way
fine
Bitch I know that
Getdamemo I’m doing just fine
Went Put my life on the line
Got that work
And it’s no nine to five
Ninety seven the year
A young
dick like a dutch
TYB Season I'm home and it's here
I take ya bitch anytime of the year
Bout' to take off and I'm switching my gear
Only sixteen
or coffin ️
But they don’t hear us.. claim they fear us.
Gun off safety. When they near us
They ride by. I check my mirrors.
Turned around. Bout to make
South Beach
Khaled on the jet skiis, preaching what you believe in
Everything fast 'cept the food, watch what we eating
If it add a couple years to our
the gun's in the grass
You can see the rep smoke poppin' out they ass
See we caught seven nigga's slippin' in the class room
Try'na jump out the window but
It's the 8 rulez on the streets
You live by this, you won't get holed up
1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3,
think we aimin' at your legs
We got more guns than an ornament
These fingers for triggers only
And we don't ever do pointin'
My bitch from Charlotte,
behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my scars
Seven thirty verbal, my word work circle
You a jerk, fool
I burn you like your birdds do
Let me hold
to trade blows
One to feel lows
The only thing in common is they want a bankroll
Let me tell you something
It's been about 7 years since I first made noise
Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came
Check the forecast wit on chopper i Think it's time i make it rain
12 to 16 years old
i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both
my chick, she a real fly witch, she don't need no prince
And she no bitch, looking like she came outta Regal flick, I mean we gon click
Fuck her by
blood a stack
Front door leave his brains by the matt
Bottle pop when my killa handle that
Gang bitch brodie gone handle my light work
Ain’t no choosing
Pull up to the crib, and I'm smokin' on that gas
I just sold a laced cart to a seven year old
But it don't matter
'Cause if he fuckin' dies, then I'm not
the club, low eyes
Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers
Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers
Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven
the club, low eyes
Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers
Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers
Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven
that be my favorite gun
I like 556 and 40s but this 9 gon' get shit done
Ion trust no bitch I just call her ass to beat ha buns
These hoes get you gone
Watchin' the high rides, we just cruisin
I got my gun, bitch, I'm shootin', you gon' die if you don't play by the rules
I been up 24-7, can't snooze, baby,
like we travel at that speed of light
Yeah 7lightyears we've been waiting for our chance to fight
And time's a construct made by man
My mind is flowing
dealin' with last year's sudden loss of my dad
(Man, my condolences) thanks dawg, let's begin
Ain't seen you in a sec, busta what you been up to since
hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die
[Fox] We can't stand goodbyes
[Jay-Z] In history me and this bitch will be like
Five years together, right?
thuggin' outside the north
Runnin' 'round the town goin' on seven years
If you 'bout that, nigga, show you is
Bitch, it's up there when I say it is
On my
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