Seven34
Keep it distant
Prefer it instant
Buncha Money to my ear I'm like who is it
Every time yo Money talk it ain't convincing
Got alotta shit to do and we ain't wishing
All black red eyes
Puffin purple with a bag of green
Niggas showing they true colors
Them lines gotta read in between
My bad habit
Gotta serve a feen
Young king I deserve a queen
Eat her for dinner won't desert the team
Holla if you with me yeah I heard the scream
Pour some liq tryna get rich
A song for miss and she get hit
A song for Jonez and you gettin hit
You wouldn't get the half of how you gettin split
With yo bae I'm slaytoven
Get smoke with J you goin stay choking
I'm who they see when they need a fix got me thinkin they stay broken
Left the throne to pull up on the booth
Tried to body Jonez I made em all re group
Bodies lyin yeah it's all the truth
My noodle makin chicken flow require soup
These days I desire coups
A buzz like I acquired Zeus
I go to work like I hired troops niggas can't hang like a retired noose
Blunt in hand with the upper hand got ya neck in my other hand
Ain't got a problem with another plan got today's profits in a rubber band
Marry Money that's what I propose
It don't end well for who I oppose
I'm dready Krueger with it I suppose
If you ain't got my cut better vamanos
I scream out cream
I live out dreams
Smoking strong that higher power
3rd eye need visine
Yo spot
So got
Who winning
You not
I'm outtah this world I'll sun a nigga after that smoke moon rock
Niggas thinking they Tupac they ain't really finna ride
I'll eat you alive got the beat for a side
Feast ya eyes don't be surprised
I deliver more than the pizza guy
I behead a nigga get a piece of mind
Never let a nigga get a piece a mine
My wave no diving in eat
My food for thought they be dining in it
Silver lining is my mind a gold mine I'm finna go mining in it
She over achieve below the belt
I give you that work
And keep to myself
It's an eye for an eye you could see for ya self
Treat you like frozen fries do you greasy as hell
I'm the creme de le creme bein broke make me cringe
I lose my mind Issa win
Just got a bag Issa twin
I get that check and I make it my new bae
But you know I get me a new one by Tuesday or better yet today
These niggas gettin loud
I make em fall over like soufflés
You a body on my resume
I get gone and leave em gone in the wind
Tried to take an off day yesterday
In my line of work they still call you in
Got all this here out the mud
My fist
I'm still washing out the blood
Put my heart in this it fit like a glove
Chase money & Mula all thee above
Been a beast yeah I'm in mode
Niggas sweeter than ala mode
For my niggas got you drawing blood y'all should really hit the drawing board
I'm the lil nigga creeping up you can bet its beef when we meeting up
Whole gang ain't so sane they been on game since 3 & up
Swear yo whole association could get hit by association
Issa body a banger a hit a movie whatever when I go creating
True life I'm dominating
Aye thing I want for all kinds of taking
Niggas really thought they had bars But all of that got exonerated
Keep it distant
Prefer it instant
Buncha Money to my ear I'm like who is it
Every time yo Money talk it ain't convincing
Got alotta shit to do and we ain't wishing
Prefer it instant
Buncha Money to my ear I'm like who is it
Every time yo Money talk it ain't convincing
Got alotta shit to do and we ain't wishing
All black red eyes
Puffin purple with a bag of green
Niggas showing they true colors
Them lines gotta read in between
My bad habit
Gotta serve a feen
Young king I deserve a queen
Eat her for dinner won't desert the team
Holla if you with me yeah I heard the scream
Pour some liq tryna get rich
A song for miss and she get hit
A song for Jonez and you gettin hit
You wouldn't get the half of how you gettin split
With yo bae I'm slaytoven
Get smoke with J you goin stay choking
I'm who they see when they need a fix got me thinkin they stay broken
Left the throne to pull up on the booth
Tried to body Jonez I made em all re group
Bodies lyin yeah it's all the truth
My noodle makin chicken flow require soup
These days I desire coups
A buzz like I acquired Zeus
I go to work like I hired troops niggas can't hang like a retired noose
Blunt in hand with the upper hand got ya neck in my other hand
Ain't got a problem with another plan got today's profits in a rubber band
Marry Money that's what I propose
It don't end well for who I oppose
I'm dready Krueger with it I suppose
If you ain't got my cut better vamanos
I scream out cream
I live out dreams
Smoking strong that higher power
3rd eye need visine
Yo spot
So got
Who winning
You not
I'm outtah this world I'll sun a nigga after that smoke moon rock
Niggas thinking they Tupac they ain't really finna ride
I'll eat you alive got the beat for a side
Feast ya eyes don't be surprised
I deliver more than the pizza guy
I behead a nigga get a piece of mind
Never let a nigga get a piece a mine
My wave no diving in eat
My food for thought they be dining in it
Silver lining is my mind a gold mine I'm finna go mining in it
She over achieve below the belt
I give you that work
And keep to myself
It's an eye for an eye you could see for ya self
Treat you like frozen fries do you greasy as hell
I'm the creme de le creme bein broke make me cringe
I lose my mind Issa win
Just got a bag Issa twin
I get that check and I make it my new bae
But you know I get me a new one by Tuesday or better yet today
These niggas gettin loud
I make em fall over like soufflés
You a body on my resume
I get gone and leave em gone in the wind
Tried to take an off day yesterday
In my line of work they still call you in
Got all this here out the mud
My fist
I'm still washing out the blood
Put my heart in this it fit like a glove
Chase money & Mula all thee above
Been a beast yeah I'm in mode
Niggas sweeter than ala mode
For my niggas got you drawing blood y'all should really hit the drawing board
I'm the lil nigga creeping up you can bet its beef when we meeting up
Whole gang ain't so sane they been on game since 3 & up
Swear yo whole association could get hit by association
Issa body a banger a hit a movie whatever when I go creating
True life I'm dominating
Aye thing I want for all kinds of taking
Niggas really thought they had bars But all of that got exonerated
Keep it distant
Prefer it instant
Buncha Money to my ear I'm like who is it
Every time yo Money talk it ain't convincing
Got alotta shit to do and we ain't wishing
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