Lyrics:
second hand
It's by no means second rate
They took me in the office and they told me very carefully
The way that I could benefit from death and disability
down like a 7-Up
Not playing no games, I'ma level up
Treat them like horses, let 'em ride and saddle up
After words, we drinkin' out double cups
I just
Lemme go out my way, feelin' like it's second grade
Lookin' like you second rate, made a sucka' suffocate
Demons got me in a rage, so much stuff I
had it with no hot water?)
Nah, show me
(Hold up a second)
What the fuck?
(And then you do it like that)
OK, go ahead ... AHH shit, fuck, that's
didn't hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
know me that am on ma way
Coz am on ma way
On ma way
And 24 / 7 on ma way
Am on ma way
On ma way
Keep ma head up and on ma way
Coz am on ma way
On ma way
the whip no mileage
Call me on money replying
How come the opps keep dying
Regardless- that's a pack that I'm buying
Street like a kitchen, chopping
your bloodstream
We're seven seconds, we're seven seconds from Babylon
And who are the heroes today? Doctors, nurses, shop workers underpaid
Salute
known to hate
Was once a bachelor your girl was straight
Reserved for Gs no GEDs
Rap PhDs
Alphabetical potent rhymes poetical
Their theatrics are never
looks could kill
I would die in your arms 'cause that's the way to go
And I won't disappoint you 'cause you will never know
For every second that I
through walls but I can't be phased
My second hand free, got no time to waste
I ain't driving no boat, but I know a way
And catching a break till my pencil
And forth between hip-hop and pop the
Way Taylor Swift can no longer go back
And forth between country and pop
A few days earlier
She'd been in Los Angeles
are shoes by the way)
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me, what's your name? You're so foxy girl
This
are shoes by the way)
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me, what's your name? You're so foxy girl
This
it's war say no more nigga handle ya biz
Protect ya moms wife and kids the way i live
A lot of foul shit flash through my brain i did
How i used to rob
Chorus: (sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed")
Pen predator
Pen predator, et cetera et cetera (7X)
Pen predator, et cetera,
She didn't want me then but now I'm feeling on her melons
Cuz she know a nigga getting money by the second
Now I'm on a path to go way up
And I'm gon
with B
Then he ain't have it that bad if you take it from me
There's no reason to doubt, I'm soon to be one of the rhyme greats
Miseducated like Lauryn
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
veins
Threading courage through the hole in my heart
To finally stitch a sentence together
I hold my breath for seven seconds
Six
Five
Four
I hold myself
the first time I touched her hand
And the rain and the way it felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I
to relive every moment we spent together
With these vivid memories, I'm haunted by every scene
I really need a drink, to make sure that I forget
The things I
I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her
eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
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