37/7

Yea
Ay
Yea
Turn me up n the headphones
I just got to make sure they hear me on this one
Yea
Uh

It was 37 days 7 surgeries later
I can barely use my legs got me asking for favors
Think I got 9 lives I been trying 2 save em
Shit I'm glad I got my wife another chick would've played em
This shit make a great story and it come from the flesh
But I'd be lying if I say this shit don't got me depressed
Lucky I still got my legs got to step with the steps
How it feel to know that you was that much closer to death
So what you saying EL?
Had to slow up on the liquor
What you saying EL?
Had to see the bigger picture
What you saying EL?
Vision gettin' clearer
Whether staring thru the window or I'm lookin at the mirror
I see death around the corner like, nah I feel it's near me I can hear it
It's been fuckin' with my spirit
Necrotizing fasciitis better google it nigga
Caught that shit just in time before it noodled a nigga
I done battled for my life what ya approval is nigga?
All of this shit, we can make a movie my nigga
Directed and produced by yours truly my nigga
Shooters get shot what happened where ya tooly my nigga?
Play them for a fool never fool me my nigga
Ain't wrapped too tight I'm a doobie my nigga
Smack a hater in the face tell em sue me my nigga
Just do you I'm a do me my nigga FACTS



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Writer(s): Larry Vann
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