7-11 (feat. Juicy J)

Oh, yeah
A rich man's world
I have turned the storm of this beautiful land
But there come a time in the life of every man where work is not enough
Even if it's just
(Tyler might've did something)

Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh
Head up on a swivel, it's a issue any second
Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I'm special, ayy, ayy
Never ever let a motherfucker play mе peasant, yeah

I got new accounts in this (yеah), look who you allowed in this (ayy)
Boulevard boys with the gold teeth and the parolees, yeah, watch the rowdy lil' ticket
Ain't no one scaring us (no), pulled up in foreign lil' chariots (skrrt)
Homie done brought us our variants, and he got all of them Bank of Americas (ha, ooh, whee)

I like quick money and aloe water (yeah), opposition playin' sabotagin'
Good and shallow daughters (hey), yeah, good put me out of body (yeah, yeah)
These boots is made for walking (haha), corners meant for bending (yeah)
Can't relate, then why you talking? (why?)
Shouldn't even have to mention, yeah, uh

We the kids you stay away from
Try to name a trait that's in me fake, bet you can't name one
Twenty of my plays from uno day, yeah, I been A1
Now I'm tryna live how a broke boy like it's day none (wow), huh

Fuck It up, run it up, y'all in my lane? Then buckle up
Yeah, you ain't never seen a lil' Navajo with a hundred thousand in a duffle, huh?
He ain't mad about it, suck it up
In the building, what the fuck is up?
Yeah, I sold the Chevy, now I'm gettin' petty
Been forgettin' what the humble was, ha

Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh (7-Eleven)
Head up on a swivel, it's a issue any second (mm-hmm)
Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I'm special, ayy, ayy (ayy)
Never ever let a mother play me peasant, yeah

Yeah, you know what the it is, them boulevard boys coming through
Making your choose a side once, but twice in this motherfucker
Yeah (shut the fuck up)
Juicy J

I be on that boulevard boy, might around and take your (mm-hmm)
But I heard the was toxic, so I might not take the risk (ha)
Came up out the gutter, but I knew one day I was gon' be rich (ching-ching)
At the store with my big brother, spent the dollar, fifty cent (cash)
Used to take the bus but now I'm in the Bentley with this stick (bah)
Ain't have twenty bucks, now my pinky twenty, I'm rich (rich)

I ain't have a papa, now I got a chef to whip it, whip it
Used to play sports, now I ball, no ref, I'm official (Uh-huh)
This is how you tickle a rich, Gucci, Gucci
Hundred racks or better or don't even try to pursue me
Say the want the old me but wanna fuck on the new me
Spent so much money in Louis, I walked in and they knew me (hi, Juicy)

I came up from nothing, that was nothing, man, I won for nothing
Came up off of hustling and guess what? I ain't even touch 'em
I heard was legal, I said, "It, let me grow a couple"
I just made another couple million that I'm 'bout to double

Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh (7-Eleven)
Head up on a swivel, it's a issue any second (mm-hmm)
Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I'm special, ayy, ayy (ayy)
Never ever let a mother play me peasant, yeah

Yeah, man
Real hustlers in this mother, man (on some, goddamn)
Y'all know who it is (them Ambaum boys on some, goddamn)
I came from that block, man (them Ambaum boys on some, goddamn)
Now we own the banks (them Ambaum boys on some, goddamn)
(Them Ambaum boys on some, goddamn)
(Them Ambaum boys, boys, boys, boys)



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Dopps, Jordan Houston, Jeffrey Pruson, Travis Jay Thompson, Earl Gritman
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