Level 7

Think I could do what I should now
Think I could do what I
On my to get a Mac

On my way to get a Mac
He uh upside to fish, to us
I can't keep counting, my bad luck
Now look who's drowning
Cup not a holy grail
Black on a digi scale
Cup not a holy grail
Black on a digi scale
The dark story that I tale
(Is mine)
10 steps ahead two back that's fine
Wouldn't even if I could turn back time
Fuck, your two cents keep it on your mind
And I'm on another grind and I'm in another lane
Why you worried if I use drugs to cope with my pain
Gonna be a lot of bloodshed cause the boys insane
Five one Fiddy gimme the Benjamin Frank
Pulling up two deep whip look like a tank
Ion wanna hit your bitch pussy prolly stank
On my way to get Mac tell your boy to walk the plank

Started Shooting my prescriptions
But it started fuckin with me
So I guess I gotta quit it
Got my head held high
On these fake ass friends
And when I was doing time I conspired
And now I'm on the mothafucking rise
Alright
Bet I grind from dawn till the sun say goodbye
And the servants would fall to their knees
With their hands to the sky
Yung Gas came in with the new tide
Got the serpent of acquisition embedded in my eyes
No sight?
Alright
Cause I sold my time and mind to the guid that you hide from
I don't really wanna die if I go down in the fire
At least you know I ride till I die
Bitch I won't abide by the laws of your god
Hell been too soft
Want More on the walls
I don't care about the font cause we all gonna die
Now the opps burning up like a barrel of gas
And now we swerving past



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Writer(s): Cante Owen
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