Seven

I crack the henny after rolling phillies
heart chilly, stubborn gritty my palms itchy
for the change stuff it in my pocket dreams
plotting schemes rotten things past blood in my genes
guess I'm built like that
19 snorting blow just to feel like that
my influence ain't enough he aim to live like that
so who am I to judge looking up
nothin, then I'm buzzin' looking cool n junk
frontin, you hope they miss you when they get you
never forget you like a issue playing on ya mental
monumental pushing pencils on a angle drawing on instrumentals
I'm dope
exhale the poison for hope guns smoke
another toke from the leaf
then I serenade the streets
ain't nuttin changed these niggaz out here playing for keeps
the dirty game leave niggaz wrapped up in sheets
now here we go

blowing green down the avenue
nigga I ain't even mad at you
I came up with this attitude
carry a pistol this is nothing new
I wanna change
but they shooting up the parks where the little kids play
tell me what am I to do
yea what am i to do

inhumane but this is how we pushing for peace
kinda strange how we approach each other to speak
I really hope that theres a heaven
then I can roll a seven
looking at a rusty weapon with a view of the beach
a old man puffin leaf one hand on his knee
nothing on his mind he's just happy to be
it was all worth the grind he was happy to see
so I'm putting in my time then I'm young in retreat
you'll never win we all die i'm just tryna be free
I know the difference ain't just you they was lying to me
I watch the news see the proof know it's lies tho
politicians be the problem but what do I know
cool is the dress code no suits cause the devil was a angel
that's my truth out the candle
never tell me what to wear while I'm walking up the stairs
fuck society fuck living in fear
here we go

blowing green down the avenue
nigga I ain't even mad at you
I came up with this attitude
carry a pistol this is nothing new
I wanna change
but they shooting up the parks where the little kids play
tell me what am I to do
yeah what am i to do

let it go I guess
it's hard to digest war in progress the mindset
kill or be killed this is nonsense
but fuck it weapon concealed by the park bench
youngings playing tag by the park bench
little hearts little minds getting charged with
all this dirty shit us niggaz get involved with
use each other like a couple fucking targets
pardon my cursing my momma ain't raise me this way
we ignorant but it pays us this way
niggaz love it when we talk gully
that hood shit we praise man remain filthy that's the game
throw some pistols in the air
nothing left to fear but each other
cold stairs when we walking up the stairs
to the destination I been more than patient
what we need is a overstatement
and here it is

blowing green down the avenue
nigga I ain't even mad at you
I came up with this attitude
carry a pistol this is nothing new
I wanna change
but they shooting up the parks where the little kids play
tell me what am I to do
yeah what am i to do