Lyrics:
sometimes is like steppin' in some fuckin' house shit
Seven years of tears in the game
Made me one of the smallest predators on this Georgia plain
In
I don't really talk
I'm finna walk it out
Yea you a bitch
You be walkin holding pockets out
Pulled up wit a stick
Ain't really nothin we can talk
ever cooked Beans
Adam, Cruz
Dylan and Harris
Thats A Dream team
3 Bombs
Can make any school look like Paris
And 3 loaded guns can make
Any crowded hall
niggas fell off
He ain't no dawg rip his tail off
Them wishing well pennies got me well off
Bitch its only up from here
Stayed down bitch its up this year
be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like
from 100 by 7s and forwards by 3s
They look at each other and shrug
Okay man, one exit down there's a truck stop
Officially, that's the end of our
Cause tonight we going in
Like tomorrow's gon' be New Years Day
In the lab, seven days a week
Trying to freak that beat
But not tonight we goin' out
[Papoose:]
We said the same thing at the same time
I aint knock on wood
Black cat crossed my path, my luck still good
Brook a mirror, i aint get 7 years of bad
just post a gun picture, so I know it's rustin'
Wanna talk shit on the gram, doin' all that plucking'
Two bands a week, heavy choppa this bitch steep
mans, you can't get back
I be up 24/7, fuck the cap naps
Heard that you be crying all week, where yo bitch at?
By the way, I just customized ah SIGMAG
on the news
Beat down by the cops over 30 years ago and still you don't have a clue
True
Social medias too toxic
Everybody's fighting about race again
I'm
relate to
What guns and nickel plates do niggas tryna air you out and deflate you
Trustin' a snake like trustin' a bitch
Put it in your man hand not
a seven, I just put ten on that pussy bitch who tellin'
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
a
Gun pulled on me by my
Limo driver, by police
By everybody and once my life
Is gone it’s gone can’t nobody give it
Back to me not the judge
Not
a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's
guess we've gots to battle
What? What rapper love the machine gun rattle
Everybody scatter, dog, cause we compatible
Who got that Babylon babble?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Woah, oh
Time flies by when you doing what you wanna do
Years go by when you doin what you wanna do
I been on the move, island hopping
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
brazy
Yeah I said it ah few times, but still happy that ah nigga made it
I ain't passing bitch I'm facing, diss que and get yo face lit
7.62's I let
one, i got a hundred guns pop at yo brother its leavin a mess
She havin fun with em, i had to fuck it up bitch
I don't care if im leaving you stressed
on a full moon
I hope it's just a phase and I come down soon
I ain't seen the light of day since the plug came through
I been workin bitch, ain't got time
eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
cause her son ain't make it far
He was fuckin with 2q then we put seven through his jaw
He diedd
Paranoia & a Menace as a mix
That look like take one
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