Game 7

歌詞

First of the month package straight Kicks is new my rent is late Fished is brewed need some shit today I pray to God I'm a flip away Work is moving slow, bitches on my back Cable about to get cut off and you busy talkin' bout rap Waiting for the next tour to get a lump sum off that But till then you niggas know where I'm at, real rap I wear no tee with some bulbs, came back Paid five months worth of bills like I got it off a show Real life I got it off the blow, however you Lookin' at it its the same shit though Bank rolls, word to my marijuana Mary Jane is a sneaky little bitch, Colombiana Get a nigga rich comin' straight from the farmers Put 'em with my men and sell 'em both to the corner Like they on time out but watch for patrollers in time out And don't be too thirsty to broadcast them dimes out Go hard or get the fuck off the floor, game seven shit nigga Say no more Yo, I always been a hustle-a Cool wit all my customer's Young nigga old soul All the junkies fuck wit cha Cooking up some shit to make my whole block bubble up All the way trill like the real nigga ? Shout to Yamborghini, nigga Stevie to the ev, to the asap Niggas better greet me when they see me With the two fingers, throw it up Serving feins folded bucks World gave me hell so I couldn't give more fucks Look at how I'm showing up and showing out Purple smoke blowing out Goon witta gold mouth Trappin out a loan house Barri get them hoes out, Relli get the moles out We gone take the old route This what Harlem known bout Get it with the x or the Molly Even worst go to work on the worst That's a body ? Body after body is here Approach the lobby wit fear Fuck the world I'm catching homi's this year