Lyrics:
seven years
Seven days, seven weeks, seven years
TM-TM
Betrayed by few and I don't fuck with them
These niggas just make me sick, got me coughing out
South Beach
Khaled on the jet skiis, preaching what you believe in
Everything fast 'cept the food, watch what we eating
If it add a couple years to our
relations
Nice, ATM, I'm Captain-
Captain Quentin Thomas, forty-seven years old, top of his class graduation
Proficient in terminal execution via
to ask
[Hook]
Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
Told me
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
Since a year-old, forty-seven year-old scab
Just to hear them words, ear piercing
Like my earlobe stabbed with a needle for an earring
Should I feel
Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect.
You know what I'm saying?
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don't always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I'll never forget I was like seven years old,
I closed my eyes and thats when it started,
I started seeing sounds, woah
[Chorus: x4]
Time for
me show you a trick
When she came to the spot, I gave her the boot
This bitch thought I was sponsored by Rick
When they caught that last boy, I was
miss me
You can bring that bitch but you whole click'll still get treated shitty
Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up I'm tired
Just
maiden my heart belongs to thee
It could be three years or more fore I return to this shore
May our love have not gone cold
For it's a promise this ring
miss me
You can bring that bitch but you whole click'll still get treated shitty
Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up I'm tired
Just
They checkin' on me four times an hour, that's 24 7
Took my shoe laces and every wire up out the bedroom
Knockin' like they witnesses of Jehovah
Gras
Bitches been going wild hit the sound cliche
Give me two bitches we could do this three ways
Four missed calls on my iPhone five
Bitch six feet
name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
stitch, to me they soundin bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred, for cats who ain't make it
I'ma give it, as far as you can take it
Tried to take
Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make
on the bed, seven years old, ha
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah,
thuggin' outside the north
Runnin' 'round the town goin' on seven years
If you 'bout that, nigga, show you is
Bitch, it's up there when I say it is
On my
goodnight to the legend
Cause lord knows the world gon' miss him
Universal the system is similar to institutionalism
And I just did 7 years in prison
Now
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