Who Is 7madethebeat?

7 made the beat, ay shout him out cuz that's my guy
None of my opps got any aim, they shoot the sky, I wonder why
Don't know like why I ask the question, I already knew she was gon' lie
When you talk to me, do it with respect, look at my eyes

I'm a monster, really LamboLand, a real mobster
You was eatin' chicken meals while I been eatin' shrimp and lobster
I'm a robber, snatch it out your purse I need the dollars
Before you ever come at me, bitch, check yourself, I'm not the problem

We was goblins, tell them simmer down, they just talkin
Kit-kat 'll, break a bitch and send her out, she just walkin
We stalkin', everywhere we go, we need somethin
Bleed somethin', before they get the chance to see, let's leave somethin

Grieve somethin', if you got your pole up on you, squeeze somethin
I ain't never been the type to ask for help or need nothin
Watch that fuckin' face you made, you can get popped for mean muggin
Always speak the truth, as long as this beat bumpin', ah

Lil' bitch, go water all your dead homies
And as long as I'm alive, I can't let no man hoe me
Clutch 40. and when it comes to mines, I'll bust for 'em, cut throat 'em
Leave 'em flatlined, let's step on 'em, Glock on 'em

As long as you my brother, all my funk becomes your funk
Stressin' on your problems, go and, put 'em inna blunt
All we smoke is gas, back in the day, was smokin' bunk
Gettin' tired of the opps, let's go and put them in the trunk

That boy is not no killer, only killing when he's drunk
If the street shit was a school, then all you niggas would've flunked
I pray my niggas pick me up whenever I am stumped
Forever rockin' with you, even if our ship is sunk



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Writer(s): Armando Castro
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