Lyrics:
Slate and chalk dust
People don't just disappear
In your desk
A Saint Christopher's necklace
The dresser drawer
That dress you wore
And seven years
Seven years ago
Today was forever away
Well here we are and I've tried sure
I still wish that I'd say
What's on my mind
What rips my heart
What
the Mets
Sportscenter with the homies she wit it placing a bet
1K or she ain't hearin it
Or takin niggas serious
Prestige S7 hit the corner they on notice
to the side
Make 2 commas every quarter and I'm fucking all dimes
So the second I arrive I don't like to waste time
With my dog by my side, you would think that
it's seven ten mother fucker
Cause I'm always burning that pen's oil
Like a Ford Mustang
I'm floored by the shit that goes on
Inside my brain but I know
push you off to the side
Make 2 commas every quarter and I'm fucking all dimes
So the second I arrive I don't like to waste time
With my dog by my side,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
Double X, seven years, I'm anomaly Triple X, R.I.P, that's a tragedy
Shawty raw, I'm a match on her energy Bodyguard, I got hittas on side of me
Drip
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there
Seven candles lay by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair
A mother said
of black earth, gutted and uncoupled from the patchwork
Buried by a seven year cherub in the backyard
Epitaph and all
Disciple of the cycles and sciences,
and zest
I hardly have a second I
Can truly call my own
It seems that every thirty minutes
Another hour has flown
The older you become the more
You
get shot twice
We gon' die three times
And the four takes life
Five of you try to jump me
And six Angels come
To take you away to +7th Heaven+
When
my business (yeah)
My bro just came from off a second ten, yeah
I told this bitch, "This is my second win", yeah
None of my bills are American,
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
Ninety
Four, Ninety five I brought the song flute to life, playing
Hot cross buns with a smile getting hype, cuz I
Saw seven keys with limitless
Five years gone
No one knows
All remember
I have longed
Long ago
We felt your embers
Haven't changed your mind
After all this time
Begging for just
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
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 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
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
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