Lyrics:
the same, yeah
No my crew don't abide by the rules
I can no longer lie for you dudes
That's why I'm out here dodging interviews
Wait
Treat the Fuelband like
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I'm on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than
got no route
I don't abide by the rules, no I do not play the game
When I'm gone, better put my picture in a fuckin' frame
Just know that you, and you,
Moss
Caught his first touchdown for them Vikings
Just one day, seven hours, 14 minutes
21 seconds before SoundScan got printed
Two platinum records 'fore
boys make sure to make you bleed
This shit be malevolent, yeah, ayy
Never let the devil in
If I have to, then I might just abide, yeah
Act like you do
For the Seven
This shit for the Seven
For the Seven
This shit for the seven
For the Seven
I been representing
Since the age 11
Fuck a felon
I could
Seven more years if only if she can hold on
Seven more years and I'll be home again
David you got to tell her that I miss her
Tell her I'll miss
neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I
playing with Pride
Loyalty i've been a Kea since five
Integrity, Brothers that stay by your side
Got principles, morals that we all abide
Respect one
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
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Screams, in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my
Verse One:
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
I got
THE FILMS, IT HAPPENS TO OUR PEERS
WE WERNT CLOSE LIKE THAT BUT, I'MA SHOUT FREE HIM
THAT'S MY BROS BIG BRO, I KNOW HE REALLY NEEDS HIM
YEAH, N WE ABIDE BY
Unwind we abide by those money signs
Sandbox, bartender hands shots
This my night I'm getting lucky I don't need the shamrock
I just need the damn rock,
and fade away
Beware if the god of dragons
Comes to save the day
Look up to the sky for answers
The clouds are dark and gray
Approach of the second sun
Seven
sweat
Abide by them street rules
Seeing hands under shirts
Let me know they got the tool
Knowing ima bomb first
If any nigga make a move
But they didn't
alright, long as God got us
Any day could be your last, shit could change in a second
The devil workin' overtime, somebody call a reverend
If I'm going out
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
the hood
So if you got you one of these, keep them faking bitches to the curb
Leave this on her voicemail, all you need is seven words
[Chorus]
Now
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Screams, in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my
lapse
Music bumping knee taps skinny model girls collapse
Must of put a higher dose tell my doc bout my relapse
I'll be better if i stick together so
drop
I'm sharp like a karate chop
Goku on the beat like kamehameha
And I made this beat all by myself, ladidadi
My dick long as a ruler
And I'm slick,
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