Lyrics:
This it right here homie!
7 8 7 haha!
They told me to get my swag up!
Blood raw is that you?
I dun see no other way
Ah OK Bro
Na what I'm
You're free to give my man, but I don't need a disk
With a grip of tracks, it's really nothing for me to skip
We the creed of a better breed and you'll
This it right here homie!
7 8 7 haha!
They told me to get my swag up!
Blood raw is that you?
I dun see no other way
Ah OK Bro
Na what I'm
This it right here homie!
7 8 7 haha!
They told me to get my swag up!
Blood raw is that you?
I dun see no other way
Ah OK Bro
Na what I'm
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems
got cracked in the 80's
Baby, maybe that's if I slip
But I became official
Since the start of this
Idi Amin born July
7 of fushid eyes
Plus
the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
Yeah, OP yeah, ok
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I'm the one to beat
One-three-three-seven, I'm among elite
S-o-l-o, I don't need a feat
I'm OP, man, I don't need
96.7 was playing a song called animals by Martin Garrix it was amazing
He told his mom to turn it up that nigga was going crazy
And when the song was
ride the light
Your seven wonders aim too high
But our inner shrine is on cloud nine
The winter hunter lies surrounded by wind chimes
So those mirages
It was four fifty for the zip though
Four fizzy by the hip close
U hear it guaranteed ya get low (wait)
A shot could knock down a hippo
I'm from
make noise pou mwen
M’te konn pull up nan makrel ak inifòm sou mwen
Rele Avé Maria, se pitit Marie a
Avèk track li k’ap lave lari a
My shit is sick
Bring out the rings
7.5 my size
Champion rings yes
Until i can find my clyde
Ooo i like that
We could do it
Let go through it
We can hijack
Take
there
For seven years and seven days, I never thought I'd dare
To hang a noose up from the tracks, a sight beyond compare
I was a schoolboy once, you
2023
2023 ain't no back pedaling
Tell my guys kick they feet up
Tell em all settle in
Tryna touch a huddy way more then seven M's
Need my payments in
on that wine
Sevens stars
Now it's our time
We got motivation
Got my niggas by side
Millerz gang
We're a nation
Tony
What ??
What ??
Five, six, seven
I got you, you've got me
I don't care what people might say
I know you know
I've got you
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Do it for the 1-9 love,
My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
To any environment, I'm the comma comma chameleon
I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had
Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Da damn baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby
We high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my
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