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Seven Shots
by Lil Lionel
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I'm in a warzone right now
I'm in Paki
I might call for backup
I'm pistol packed up
I got rich as fuck and started to stack up
And threw some racks up
I rather go to jail and than get jacked up
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I was a man even as a little kid
Maybe I was nine or maybe I was twelve
When I shot my first grip
We went from being slaves
To buying our own whips and chains
Maybe one day we'll change
But until then if I get fifty k
Imma go to the club and make it rain
I feel like Tony in Caesars Palace
I can't even balance all the shit in my system
It's a couple white girls on (cocaine)
I'm close with my friends
Enemies is closer
I rather clap back
Than get clapped at
Niggas hitting like a fucking hi hat how's that?
How's this, I put diamonds on my wrist
Where the fuck was you at nah nigga get back
I don't need a Snapchat I delete that
And I might get a lil ticket if I tweet that
I don't wanna delete it
I mean it
And I run away from my demons
And I
I rather go to jail and than get jacked up
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I was a man even as a little kid
Maybe I was nine or maybe I was twelve
When I shot my first grip
We went from being slaves
To buying our own whips and chains
Maybe one day we'll change
I rather go to jail and than get jacked up
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I was a man even as a little kid
Maybe I was nine or maybe I was twelve
When I shot my first grip
We went from being slaves
To buying our own whips and chains
I'm in a warzone right now
I'm in Paki
I might call for backup
I'm pistol packed up
I got rich as fuck and started to stack up
And threw some racks up
I rather go to jail and than get jacked up
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I was a man even as a little kid
Maybe I was nine or maybe I was twelve
When I shot my first grip
We went from being slaves
To buying our own whips and chains
Maybe one day we'll change
But until then if I get fifty k
Imma go to the club and make it rain
I feel like Tony in Caesars Palace
I can't even balance all the shit in my system
It's a couple white girls on (cocaine)
I'm close with my friends
Enemies is closer
I rather clap back
Than get clapped at
Niggas hitting like a fucking hi hat how's that?
How's this, I put diamonds on my wrist
Where the fuck was you at nah nigga get back
I don't need a Snapchat I delete that
And I might get a lil ticket if I tweet that
I don't wanna delete it
I mean it
And I run away from my demons
And I
I rather go to jail and than get jacked up
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I was a man even as a little kid
Maybe I was nine or maybe I was twelve
When I shot my first grip
We went from being slaves
To buying our own whips and chains
Maybe one day we'll change
I rather go to jail and than get jacked up
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I was a man even as a little kid
Maybe I was nine or maybe I was twelve
When I shot my first grip
We went from being slaves
To buying our own whips and chains
