Lyrics:
the back, big ass and it taste jus like cinnamon
Fuckin in the backseat, spacious minivan
But it ain't no bangbus
24/7, all day ye I'm ready man
Sniffin'
ova
When my ass turned 7 bitch
I knew that I was chosen
Makin slight decisions
Like we playin on some poker
She gone get it all
One day I’ma buy her
I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me
By forty seven I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor
to them
That gladness came when you sang
I catch my breath by counting back from ten
I'm back again
Trapped between these waves that I've been traveling
open 24/7 come get a bag from me
Cocky but I'm humble cuz a nigga never had nothin
Niggas finished flexin wit they past money
A sunny day jump in
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
with a gun
We live by a code fuck around and you done
I’m riding round da country all day
I’m havin fun
Yea nigga here I come
I’m Just riding no
for the deception
Regardless if you're a sugarcoated piece of shit or a needle junkie working 24/7
Living every day in denial
Manipulating everyone
me I still spend
24 hours on a 7 day cycle
Yeah, it’s taking up all my time
Getting you off my mind
I’ve got 99 bottles and then only one problem
Grey Clouds
24/7
All I see in my eyes
Grey clouds in the distance
So how the fuck am I supposed to shine
Too artsy for the cool kids
Too
the city now.
[Nas]:
Ya skins ya traveling bag of your existence.
Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin.
Vivid on my
made me
And I run 'em 24/7 365 daily
[Verse 1]
Look you knew what you was dealing with from day one
I'm not a lil boy, yeah I'm young with a lot of old
to pulling capers
I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right).
I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7
From the coast of gold
Across the seven seas
I'm traveling on
Far and wide
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I
From the coast of gold
Across the seven seas
I'm traveling on
Far and wide
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I
you
Thought I just wanted to fuck
Got to know you and my plans started switching up
Now I need to know what you’re on
24 hours, 7 days out the week
you
Thought I just wanted to fuck
Got to know you and my plans started switching up
Now I need to know what you're on
24 hours, 7 days out the week
so much fuckin' pressure
It's so much pressure
And it's all in a day's work
Work, hard
Workin' so hard
24/7, 3-6-5
365, hard work
It's all in
so much fuckin' pressure
It's so much pressure
And it's all in a day's work
Work, hard
Workin' so hard
24/7, 3-6-5
365, hard work
It's all in
24/7, 365, motherfucker I'm still right on time
Oh you thought you had me all figured out?
Take it from the horses mouth, you'll never understand me
Stereo-material movements
Painfully Cranials statisticals giving your Cerebral Cortex
Damaging Demigods
Crushing egos, into which a wench began by
Extracting
7/ 10/19 - ABSOLUTE FINAL - REVISED PER POST PRODUCTION
Set: White House / Oval Office - President Roosevelt behind his desk; music plays
all of our first dates
Blow our money on a fine dining restaurant
Like when we'd only known each other one day
Yeah we could hang out 24/7
Pulling faces
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