Lyrics:
Yeah
Studio rap productions (this is how we ride)
Uh (and this is how we ride, seventh sign)
[Verse 1]
My seventh sign niggaz still in that thang
winter
Singin' birds don't come by my window
I got some swans on the floor
And what you want? I got that shit for the low
My Detroit partner got that
Free my nukka C... Free my nukka Mac... wrongfully convicted now its a known fact... witnesses coerced by dem people no surprise... this world built
Ha ha yeah what the fuck is up
Shout out Foe DeeOz
Shout out Erb
Shout out Foe Deuce
Shout out the homie Striker
Its a Killah thang baby
E
meenie mienie moe, where the hoes at?
Just roll yo dope of the bad bap
I stuff the pack in my backpack
This shit so gas need a hazmat
Yo music's trash
head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to business
Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant
People lookin' from a distance
and stuff it with that soul plane
I done got my mind back to me, It ain't no gang gang
Y'all sent my dawg to chain gang, tried to get me do the same thang
Shit God damn
I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean
thang
She'd put it on me and I'd never be the same
That'd be nice but I do not think that that's gone do a thang
I'm married to my change and that will
and smoking on my own
Used to thinkin' that I'm better off alone
Me n' the hoe we don't e'en really get along
I told her get along
Imma get it, that's
Building my empire nigga brick by brick
Half of you niggaz y'all never gave me shit
I took my losses bounced back and never quit
Put a dollar in got
down
Tear ya down (Oooooooh)
They gone gossip when ya not around
Fake smiles (Yea)
Show my hand and do the opposite
It's chess not checkers
(It's
But I got a friend comin' through too
So when you see her, don't trip, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep it playa man, you know what I'm sayin'?
So my
mama cry in 3rd grade, brought a pistol to class
Movin on my own don't move wit da mass
Almost lost my life but the bullet didn't, break through glass
him
But he kin to my son if you think I'm that nigga, then you picked
The wrong one, 'cause I live by the gun, die by the gun, hot bullets burn
Some
my life
Only with you by my side
That's when I get the feeling
Everything's gonna be alright
Gonna take a stroll through my hood
And even when thangs
to my place
Some bayarea shi, hyphy on this bitch
We do our own thang, we don't like ridin dicks
From the 415 to 650
We got some good food and places u
Under the sun, stuck in the mud
Going away, pick up the pace
All on my jawn, cutting the lawn
Do as you say, you said
Doin' my thang, soon as you
and got my Degrees
Took my laurel wreath now I'm The teacher
Fuck math class own my own Expertise
Got all by my own I owe none But this sheet
Don't talk
it
YB, that's the new thang yea
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)
Where we going from here niggas
I
Never enough until their soul gives up
My escape never to be money
But the words I think of
Trust my pen and paper
Gon' be by my Side forever
Gon' need
"Your life has been marked
By considerable pain
Do you think you'll ever get to
The point where you can live
A normal, happy life?"
No, but i i'm
like the spring (Bounce)
Dodging shots from my comp
Like I’m Floyd in the ring (Pow)
Fighting my own reflection
Just so i could get the win
Getting it by
own wave
I don't dick ride you niggaz gay
Don't follow trends that's fuck shit I do My own thang no child's play
Give a nigga a fade Carolina days
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