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Of my my first name 
Makes me silly
Remembered By God 
Since birth I had a milli 
8 times over 
Pretty little hoe 
Felt the girth 
For more 
Than week

Just to get some heat
I turned my savage down
Tryna keep the peace
They took my kindness as a sign
That I was weak
You play wit mine I’m slidin
7 Days

struggle it relate to me
Watched my granny work till 60 that was hard to see
Seen her hop up on a train 5 days a week
I told her i would pay it back just

dodging calls from my sponsor
Thirty days sober never thought that it was possible
I thought I hit rock bottom last year
But I guess it wasn't enough

Locked him in a 6 by 9 but they couldn't trap his spirit
That nigga so strong he make me look weak
Wanted to cry in my cell when it was meat loaf week
That

And I’m always twisting collard greens
Floating, and i never want to come down
7 days a week, 365 sun-up to sun down
They say we’re always high
Can’t

I've got a 24-hour
7-day-a-week
Around the-clock  
Murdering-these-god-damn-beats
Appointment

I make history with 
All of the lyrics I'm coining
Pretty

to the times that we shared some laughter
Life is short i’m losing niggas by the week, to Serve
Young B and the rest of you RIP
I swear I got the best aunties

It's the daddy of em all and you know how i live
Every day of the week, I keep em comin 24 -7
Mackin aint easy, but somebody's gotta do it
True it's -

She works the card line at a local factory
Doesn't see much light
Come the night she is asleep
Seven-til-five
Six days of the week
I wonder if she's

aint cuffin these hoes
You'll never be my lady
Fuck that cappin my nigga
You know that talk is cheap
Im working 24/7
Every day of the week
Gotta stay

could beat you with my lefty (Huh)
Try to mix the red and blue
Now the logo look like pepsi
I've been going crazy
7 days i do this daily
Im a lyric

we finna pop shit
Bitch think she bad but she ain't me 
Boujee bad and thick call me black Barbie
Hitting up the gym seven days a week
Body poppin' got

hard to feed her family seven days a week
And that's just what I see from me to you this is a trophy
The story just begun the pages turning as it opens

Sally, whew, “That Girl”

Sally is a girl that likes to play
And if you want some lovin' Sally is okay
She has a different fellow every day of the week
Two

what I do, nobody will lend a hand
But if I had to get a bread it’s all I could afford
Got the last twenty going to the child support
My eighty seven

soft hot box in the back seat
Modern art in my house Great Gatsby 
What took you seven days I did last week
Black lavish new fashion zar palace 
Pure

I was only 6
Mama moved me out the islands
I was only 7 and alone
I was silent
When I turned 8
I do wonders with my writing
By the age of 9
You could

of like seven screens
You can't lose no sleep when you've been up for weeks
Take bake your time to save a precious dime
Can't break your back if you don't

Angels like Charlie
Or getting one love like Bob Marley
Now over 40 and instead of a midlife crises
I'm the life of the party
But In those dark days I

one day you'll live with a king
(See I'm rolling with my Nigga's from the east side)
I got the east on my back like the 7
He claim that he banging
Baby

From you say di trail you haffi neat Versace on mi feet
Man clean seven days a week
Grow rough nuh no geek
Like pavement in the street
Some boy ah gyal

nitori mo bo shoe
Everyday we fix a puzzle
Omo no be by my muscle
24 7 lori high way
I pray to God to bless my way
You can be right with your steer wheel

Yo, Sample kid, Play that shit
I don't think you ever really hear me
You just ask the same questions every week
How's your job
Are you having any