Lyrics:
As always i'm on my Trump shit tonight
Let me tell you what it is
Bruh ayy, you know me
I went down seven years of
My life for mothafucka's
Hating me for
to cloud nine
Give me a second, let me roll up
We can hop up on my Nimbus Cloud
You wanna get by
Man learn how to fly
My nigga Goku, he died
Blunt hitting
on the list
It's all about California's love of nostalgia
The ad for this car says
It takes you into the 90s and back
They might have added
Back to the carefree
my God aint a joke
He never breakin His covenant I got some angels around me they watchin my back
I been covered by the blood so i'll never be trippin
at the angels
I'm still out grinding, chasing the dream
Nights I slept with my face in a machine
Seven weeks in thermal and denim jeans
Dirty from the trenches my
'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
veins
Threading courage through the hole in my heart
To finally stitch a sentence together
I hold my breath for seven seconds
Six
Five
Four
I hold myself
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
gonna catch a slug for you
So I changed my name to slug so that ya'll would never catch me
The second time they found me they wanted to drown me
Yes man
Moonchild, you'll be mine soon child
Moonchild, take my hand tonight
The twins they are exhausted, seven is this night
Gemini is rising as the red lips
Moonchild, you'll be mine soon child
Moonchild, take my hand tonight
The twins they are exhausted, seven is this night
Gemini is rising as the red lips
M’s and bussin it down 24/7 on her block list , she mocked it , I fucked it , always on her blocked list , long day I knew this shit was toxic
i knew
Drop an album then I make it rich
Fuck up the system, cause a glitch
Then make it to the top of the A-list
I think I hear it callin my name
I'm not
(yeah)
And all my shooters shootin' .223's 'bout me, Wop
Pick 'em with the AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty
still got my fans, that's a blessing
Listen to heaven, just stay on my grind, and that's 24/7 (yeah)
And I know my mama Joanne is smiling down on me, I
me out with my EP
But see I don't need you niggas, niggas need me
To number seven you already knew bout my nigga
You was hanging round his family
Okay let's get this
Check off the check list
Checkin my message
Nest is a mess since
My bros got they blessings
Hold up they blessings
Up
my right hand
The sun shall not smite me by day nor the moon by night
Till i take over the world Musical madman de here yeh yeh
I made my life your
to say When it's no shit to talk
Stuck in a corner my back on the wall
I need a second I wish I could pause
Talkin bout problems my list gettin long
Bills
what a waste
Niggas wanna see me taste my own medicine
Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back
Retaliate, if it hates for
bleed
I will rid the world of all the hatred
By hating harder than anyone did
They keep me from trying to have a great life
They always have me pulling my
With my Mind on my presents
And my presents on my mind
Sitting by the tree sipping Egg-Nog
Waiting on Christmas gifts....Egg-Nog
With my mind on my
it's four in the morning, suns set and seven minutes with you and it's heaven
Ain't an hour that rolls by, I love you 24/7, 365
Give you my name, if you
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