Lyrics:
motherfuckers in America know
They know we wont do shit
I'm grippin' the neena
Visions of 911, visions of three 6's no 7's
This is bushanomics, George is
the vast amount of blood
You lost in seven days
To the daughter I could listen to talk
But never raise i poured a 40 ounce of
Amniotic fluid to the concrete
And two balls minus one?
Seven titles at the Tour de France
Split a decision with long division,
Take the circumference of your circumcision
Live like
the whip with me, Dr. J
Man, I keep my peace on me, namasté
Got some Haitian hitters in the whip with me, sak pase
Hit a bitch at 7:59, she was blocked by
praise behind closed doors and broad day
24/7 ya'll not just Sunday
Cause I follow Yahweh, not ya'll way
God saved me I will never turn my back
Where I'm
With the baseheads on the late night high
Tryna creep in the house
Through the cut for what?
So I won't be seen by none of the homies
But the homie
and bring the cunch lines back (brrt)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londoners and Scousers (no
sleep.
I got a Radiohead, now they call me a creep.
I parachute on a cold day, when I Coldplay the streets.
I'm dying to be famous, like both of J-lo's ass
There is no 7-Eleven in the Garden of Eden
No parking lots full of SUVs in Paradise
The strip mall at the Wailing Wall is closed on Saturdays
On top of the world
And these days im rockin the earlobe
I walk buildin you talkin to me like I’m
Robert dinero
How i got my wrist so frozen They
chubby guy comin straight from 7 mile
Your girl heard my style
And said "oo he's foul"
So tell your man to stop trippin bro
Or he gunna get rushed by 10
like Diddy
J Kwon
Make the hood hop
Girl I'm tipsy
Fuck wit me it's a plus
Girl I feel like Disney
Got a butler at da crib
And I ain't talkin
scared to die
I kno I got him and J.G. waiting on the other side
Both taken by homicide
Covered up by these police lies
They pose to be the good guys
But
Like Yuno from Hajj the prince of the spade
I ain't never complain but these bitch's they lame
They getting passed way more than a J
She lost trying
mom
Used to drive us by
Wed go visit
He was like her other son
I loved the nigga
But he'd piss me off sometimes
When we was little kids
He stole some
Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh
XTT produced that one
Can I hold you by my side
If I lose you now, I might lose my mind
If you left me now, then
Mind is clear from mistakes
You'd think a mansion is saviour
Once you've slept by the gates
Depression lacks any preference
Rich or poor its the same
So
the score that's touchdown like Tua
We went up by 7 days we take the lead
You niggas too weak I put work in on e
We ran up the score now you down by 14
They
hoes
Niggas' be 12 turn to 7 by the Fo
Ice on the neck with Pateks is the goal
Making 500 here then go cop me ghost
And that's 500 stacks matte
on me
I wish everything that you said
Your behavior displayed
I got a check on the way
Making plays by the day
Three in the morning
The pancake house
Four
I'm able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag
I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt
24/7 all day
immigrants
Putting in that work, this ain't no coincidence
If you need a music video call Mood Infinite
One day we gon get there (true)
Office on the Forbes
I'm really a miracle out here
Never quit
Blood sweat and tears for this shit, man
Evolving
What? ya nighas trippin
Uh, seven
I was always taught that
It seems that I've been living backwards
Least that what my mind's been telling me
The more the days go by coping with Liquid therapy
Probably be
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