24/7

Woke up this mornin' I'm talkin' my shit
I went Luda like Cris you should know how I get
I'm in the mix but don't show how I whip
I dress up everyday like I'm gon' take a pic
Iced out my neck now I'm motherfuckin' lit
I can talk 'bout this fashion and fuckin' your bitch
But I'm wit' them n who had to do tick
And can still move a brick now we makin' it flip

And we goin' hard
Got twenty four hours and seven days
N we goin' hard
I'm tryna get paid in like seven ways
Yeah we goin' hard
Got twenty four hours and seven days
N we goin' hard
I'm tryna get paid in like seven ways, yeah, yeah

Fuck is they 'talm 'bout
I got some money I'm tryna get more now
I got some racks in the safe and the floor now
I talk that talk this shit come from the core now

Spend a weekend at 'brodies J's knockin' the door down
The way we fuck bitches the crib is a whorehouse
Last summer went broke and I swear I was tore down
Ran it back up when you real this shit pour out, yeah

This shit come from the soul this somethin' I ain't sellin'
Wipin' yo' nose if we hear that you tellin'
My favorite coach didn't he was felon
My life a show ain't nothin' like Ellen

And I'm goin' in
Think they know the flow, I switch the flow again
I ain't sellin' shit for the low again
I went dumb off freestyles and ain't wrote again, yeah

Woke up this mornin' I'm talkin' my shit
I went Luda like Cris you should know how I get
I'm in the mix but don't show how I whip
I dress up everyday like I'm gon' take a pic
Iced out my neck now I'm motherfuckin' lit
I can talk 'bout this fashion and fuckin' your bitch
But I'm wit' them n who had to do tick
And can still move a brick now we makin' it flip

And we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
Got twenty four hours and seven days
N we goin' hard (We goin' harder)
I'm tryna get paid in like seven ways
Yeah we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
Got twenty four hours and seven days
N we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
I'm tryna get paid in like seven ways, yeah, yeah

Fuck it, I'm king
Motherfuckas' mad 'cause I'm doin' my thing
When I used to ball went to B Maj to train
N want to rap, bitches want me to sing

Bitch call me Sosa the way that I bang
I proved I got nuts now I'm lettin' 'em hang
Can' fuck wit' my time like the boy Doctor Strange
When I get on Ima buy her the range, yeah

I ain't dissin' lil n
Make hit after hit I ain't missing lil n
They told me to get it lil n
Ain't cut how I'm cut, I don't fit in wit' n

I'm differently breaded
They say that I got it, I told 'em ready
Mind on my murder I feel like I'm Melly
N be asking why I got two cellys, yeah

Woke up this mornin' I'm talkin' my shit
I went Luda like Cris you should know how I get
I'm in the mix but don't show how I whip
I dress up everyday like I'm gon' take a pic
Iced out my neck now I'm motherfuckin' lit
I can talk 'bout this fashion and fuckin' your bitch
But I'm wit' them n who had to do tick
And can still move a brick now we makin' it flip

And we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
Got twenty four hours and seven days
N we goin' hard (We goin' harder)
I'm tryna get paid in like seven ways
Yeah we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
Got twenty four hours and seven days
N we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
I'm tryna get paid in like seven ways, yeah, yeah

Alin Jones is your rival
Run up on me 'den that shit suicidal
I wouldn't lie put my right on The Bible
Ready for war so I bought me a rifle

When you born in the trap you get caught in the cycle
You can get killed if a n don't like you

And you know how it is
Comin' hot I ain't givin' you mid

And we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
Got twenty four hours and seven days
N we goin' hard (We goin' harder)
I'm tryna get paid in like seven ways
Yeah we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
Got twenty four hours and seven days
N we goin' hard (We goin' hard)
I'm tryna get paid in like seven ways, yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Alin Jones
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