Lyrics:
down in Maryland
Bitches wanna fuck me ever since I quit the heroin
7 years they let me out early thanks to Covid bih
So Ima keep wear'n the face mask
cross the road? To leave my side
Under a whole lot of pressure, Pills kind of make it better
Only for a couple seconds, then I’m back to stressing
Went
of people are still mad at me
From year 5, year, 6 it ended at year 7
My trouble years, this is true like the destruction of 9/11
I went down the wrong
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
that was
For the second verse
I need someone to give me a number
Between 12 and 14, I'll make a verse, 13
13, ah, 13, well, 13 multiplied by 1
You still
four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three
Let me pause for reflection for a second
But
It's the ten hurt commandments
The ten breakup commandments
I been at this thang for years, it made an animal
It's rules to this… I wrote me a manual
that seven year itch been and put you in a ditch
And you're gonna blow your brains out
Never saw her cheatin'
All you heard was your own poor heart
the sandbox
(Bringin' tears to my eyes)
Made it out the trenches, it got harder for my niggas
I just wanna see my dawgs ball, seven figures
I done got rich
a canvas I'm the Group of Seven
A migraine, take two Excedrin
I'm the one twice over, I'm the new eleven
And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I never do
to stay connected
When you expected to see me naked
I couldn't let it five years and your still respected
Now check it, give me a second to unwind
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
right here, has been certified
For years, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his blueprint and he's ready to vocalize
So we passin' the mic your way, come
Silver and gold
on the floor by the stove
Come on why won't you look over here
Show me you care
All I can do is stare
At the back of your head while
attached
New year's so im coming harder than the black
Big essential on the top of my back
Lose my mind but I call the rack
Got to stay patient with me
we have chosen
This is for the frozen (Froze)
Pull up to the store
Feeling kinda thirsty
Year 7s in line
I'ma show no mercy
They be testing me
Like
Ok ok had to do this for my brothers
My success is all to everyone my dad my sis and mother
Aye Shoutouts to the ones i caught with second handed
wrong
If it's all my fault then they deserve another song
I knew that this would happen
But the out come won't be tragic
Twenty seven club just a year
up to twenty one
Go figure after seven thousand days I'm still not anyone
The other day I got a card from my dad it was nice to see
That this year was
Two thousand and seventy-three
Two thousand and eighty-four
Two thousand and ninety-three
Light years ahead
You and me gon' be gettin' down
Two thousand and seventy-three
Two thousand and eighty-four
Two thousand and ninety-three
Light years ahead
You and me gon' be gettin' down
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
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
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