We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
Svn only dream at night with no f*cking colour
Mother, I am just a slave of the gutter, while I mutter
Triple seven from the heavens, I ain't know no other
F*ck you all, but apparently got a calling card
Ya, I know this world is ours, I'm about to kick you past the stars
If I could I'd have ten cars, but I'm simply focused on ten large
Real will be the one to make you squeal just like a chubby one
But if and when he call me in, best to find a way to run
Stab me in the face and I'll come back without a face in place
Svn ain't no game, we making statements on the way to stake-out
Every mother f*cker making shit hard to work out
We ain't make mistakes, bitch we making steaks
You all on our plates, you ain't look so great
This shit must be fate, why else these two kids work thru hate
I didn't take my pills today
Clapping mother f*ckers with my bass until they brain awake
We the ones, always breaking down the walls our brains create
Off into another world and so I guess it's safe to say
Svn from the 71st century, let it burst
Sciryl drop down to blow yo mind, throw it in reverse
Y'all said it but you never did it, I ain't seen no picture proof
How you expectin me to beleive it if it isn't true
That fine-tipped murder, 7's watchin from the interlude
Ya, ya, ya, understanding finally what we never knew
S - mental continental, white steel-toed fella, I be jumpin over things that you can barely even see
C - little bitches really wanna get ahead of me, you crawlin on the ground like a motherf*ckin centipede
I - bitch I be that, R - Y - L
Sciryl's back in the back of the hell
Lockin himself in the cell, callin for help, but no ones around
I feel underground
F*ck it tho I be like givin up bitches, and gettin the stitches to aim for the riches
I'm buildin the bridges to walk over ditches, I multiply numbers to aim for the digits
I really like bustin a hoe with the finish
Really I'm gettin your girl by the minute, ugh
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, you wont f*ck with 7's men
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We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
Svn only dream at night with no f*cking colour
Mother, I am just a slave of the gutter, while I mutter
Triple seven from the heavens, I ain't know no other
F*ck you all, but apparently got a calling card
Ya, I know this world is ours, I'm about to kick you past the stars
If I could I'd have ten cars, but I'm simply focused on ten large
Real will be the one to make you squeal just like a chubby one
But if and when he call me in, best to find a way to run
Stab me in the face and I'll come back without a face in place
Svn ain't no game, we making statements on the way to stake-out
Every mother f*cker making shit hard to work out
We ain't make mistakes, bitch we making steaks
You all on our plates, you ain't look so great
This shit must be fate, why else these two kids work thru hate
I didn't take my pills today
Clapping mother f*ckers with my bass until they brain awake
We the ones, always breaking down the walls our brains create
Off into another world and so I guess it's safe to say
Svn from the 71st century, let it burst
Sciryl drop down to blow yo mind, throw it in reverse
Y'all said it but you never did it, I ain't seen no picture proof
How you expectin me to beleive it if it isn't true
That fine-tipped murder, 7's watchin from the interlude
Ya, ya, ya, understanding finally what we never knew
S - mental continental, white steel-toed fella, I be jumpin over things that you can barely even see
C - little bitches really wanna get ahead of me, you crawlin on the ground like a motherf*ckin centipede
I - bitch I be that, R - Y - L
Sciryl's back in the back of the hell
Lockin himself in the cell, callin for help, but no ones around
I feel underground
F*ck it tho I be like givin up bitches, and gettin the stitches to aim for the riches
I'm buildin the bridges to walk over ditches, I multiply numbers to aim for the digits
I really like bustin a hoe with the finish
Really I'm gettin your girl by the minute, ugh
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, you wont f*ck with 7's men
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
Svn only dream at night with no f*cking colour
Mother, I am just a slave of the gutter, while I mutter
Triple seven from the heavens, I ain't know no other
F*ck you all, but apparently got a calling card
Ya, I know this world is ours, I'm about to kick you past the stars
If I could I'd have ten cars, but I'm simply focused on ten large
Real will be the one to make you squeal just like a chubby one
But if and when he call me in, best to find a way to run
Stab me in the face and I'll come back without a face in place
Svn ain't no game, we making statements on the way to stake-out
Every mother f*cker making shit hard to work out
We ain't make mistakes, bitch we making steaks
You all on our plates, you ain't look so great
This shit must be fate, why else these two kids work thru hate
I didn't take my pills today
Clapping mother f*ckers with my bass until they brain awake
We the ones, always breaking down the walls our brains create
Off into another world and so I guess it's safe to say
Svn from the 71st century, let it burst
Sciryl drop down to blow yo mind, throw it in reverse
Y'all said it but you never did it, I ain't seen no picture proof
How you expectin me to beleive it if it isn't true
That fine-tipped murder, 7's watchin from the interlude
Ya, ya, ya, understanding finally what we never knew
S - mental continental, white steel-toed fella, I be jumpin over things that you can barely even see
C - little bitches really wanna get ahead of me, you crawlin on the ground like a motherf*ckin centipede
I - bitch I be that, R - Y - L
Sciryl's back in the back of the hell
Lockin himself in the cell, callin for help, but no ones around
I feel underground
F*ck it tho I be like givin up bitches, and gettin the stitches to aim for the riches
I'm buildin the bridges to walk over ditches, I multiply numbers to aim for the digits
I really like bustin a hoe with the finish
Really I'm gettin your girl by the minute, ugh
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, you wont f*ck with 7's men
We got that shit, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, you wont f*ck with 7's men
Writer: Project7
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