Lyrics:
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
pain her like Curtis
Track I ran the streets at 11
He 12, he think we don't know that he tellin'
13, kicked out the church by the reverend
Still
I was waiting, for your call
7 days sat by the phone
I’ve lost keeping, track of time
Seen the signs, gotta get you out of my mind
And I don't know
a have fun with her
Young seven on the track
She can get I'm with it
Want to throw her on her back
Love the way you arch yo back
Tie her up
Fill her up
to the neighborhood NIP
Ufz brought to u by zieed with Neftali on the beats
Unfiltered Vitamin_Z 7 syllables
Like Notorious BIG
Hablame
Nefta gave the track that name
Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks
The other
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
shit sounds like them"
So, I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts, motherfuckers got scared
'Cause they was
than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
by my side
I will never turn if you ever had my back
Call it double 7-5 cuz we rollin’ with a pack
Gotta be on your toes when they comin’ for the neck
clover
Rollings 7s three 6s
Looking over my shoulder
I roll in
Hurricane thought that season was over
In her thang switching lanes
Holding onto her
Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week
Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week
Like
on my feet, you ain't got heat to come face an elite
I got the heat I got the heat 24/7 all days of the week
I got the heat I got the heat, laugh in
INTRO
Chyllah
Mano records
HOOK
All I do is trap all I do is make money
All I do is make money
All I do is make money
7 figures aint nothing you
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Welcome to the dead zone
24/7 it's a red zone
24/7 know you dead wrong
Leave you in the dirt with a sad song
Sendoff
Trying
no phony nigga
you ain’t my homey nigga
you know me Nigga
I’m shootin shit just like Kobe Nigga
and I never move in crowds on by my lonely Nigga
Glokkmane, Streooo
longboystyle
Stomp the fuck out the rat-boy
Fucker call himself “BatBoy”, 7-7.62 rip him up, like a gnat, boy (grrah)
Leave
we don't stop
Hold the live track runners, by weight...my planet rock
Whether dream or experience to drop a cd
That burns to the touch on all
and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
it out in stores)
Timbaland:
It's about 5:15 got a call from Weezie West
Timbaland you have a check on my desk
You must pick it up by 7
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