Lyrics:
nuts
Keep it real, represent what? My nuts
I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum
I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't respect him
You now
style (what), see Jay how (uh)
We don't play fair, we play foul
Go head, stand there, we spray crowds
Live from the 7-1-8
If there ever
of the chronic
Ironic how Jalen is serving a Butler
Knickerbocker go eleven
Had to block the homie Devin
Rock with Hart but no Kevin
Game one, twenty two, seven
Really don't protect niggas, man, that's my point of view
Have the kids take a vest with 'em when they go to school
Cause the cops be arresting them, no
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
happen to don't, we hope you miss us
Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal
She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill
that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me
My diamonds be VVs (VVs)
They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news (the news)
I got
an activist, it's make-believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean?
I been with
Hope the LGBTQ don't cancel me (please)
Like they tried to stop DaBaby from gettin' paid
When he was talkin' 'bout how they be givin' each other AIDS
shed your skin,
breaks that would cause your head to spin.
matching jackets for the siamese twins,
brand new shoes I cruise around the writer's block
so I could go to the 7-11 to eat
And he was like, "you idiot why are you stealing, just ask me bro,"
And I was supposed to get a job, I was
my son, go to bed at ten (ten)
All this money I can't tame
It's the money, its the game
Seven figures to my name
Y'all do anything for fame
You my kid
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
do it for the purse
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
Christmas
But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us
Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal
She work them fingers right
by a girl's wake, they say she died at seven
Hit by a stray, but I pray that there's a hood in heaven
Fake brothers claim there's no shame in their
a crook 'bout money, if you owe me better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money
And I don't really need new friends
So please
have ancestry in Europe
I suck the sweet syrup dry, bone dry
You don’t know me if you
Hold the microphone at night
Please, just go away
I have
Now were dodging them feds
Best move right or your gonna get left Said you don't go gym
But your gonna get stretched
Pedal back days with the bmx rails
Then release slowly
If this is too much just lay it on down honey
Don't shame yourself
Do what you feel
As you take these breaths inhale to 7 for
it's some fuck up ass shit
But you told on your man and then told on your girl
made a couple pussy niggas happy
When you see me, please don't fuckin'
just ask him)
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should (you really should)
Oh, don't download this song
Don't download this song (Oh please
But I'll smoke a nigga for the bro, fasho'
We don't dodge smoke
Gun on me nigga (Nigga)
I'ma raise it like a kid (Kid)
Kick door in your crib (Ha)
I
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