The Real Big Seven - Shooting Star Lyrics

I've been grinding for the longest, it's my time to up and blow
I've been moving major weight, I'm talking pounds out of smoke
Everyday a living struggle, I just wanna be at peace
Through the storm, it get ugly, but I'm shining in the streets

Never knew I had the talent, I get paid to rap on beats
I ain't never needed features, that's the same as being leeches
You can't tell me who the hardest if you never mention seven
I've been stacking all this paper like I teach in CMS

Nation, business, what we reppin', double B is what I'm claiming
I've been praying for a blessing ever since I took that loss
Had some bags and a scale when they took my ass to jail
Want nobody who is with me, we gon' see who I prevail

Me and you ain't built the same, I've been in a different league
I got Jesus on my shoulder, but the devil hinder me
I've been on the road, making money since the age of three
It was me, OGG, and the golden family

I ain't never been the type to let a nigga play with me
You need a feature, I can meet you, but you know that it's a fee
I'm selling bowls, f*cking hoes, and you know my jewelry gold
I'm from the Four, and you know how the f*ck we get it on

Get it on, and you know we get it on
And you know we get it on
And you know we get it on
And you know we get it on

I've been grinding for the longest, it's my time to up and blow
I've been moving major weight, I'm talking pounds of the smoke
Every day a living struggle, I just wanna be at peace
Through the storm, it get ugly, but I'm shining in the streets

Never knew I had the talent, I get paid to rap on beats
I ain't never needed features, that's the same as being leeches
You can't tell me who the hardest if you never mention seven
I've been stacking all this paper like I teach in CMS

Nation business, what we repping, double B is what I'm claiming
I've been praying for a blessing ever since I took that loss
Had some bags in the scale when they took my ass to jail
Want nobody who is with me, we gon' see who I prevail

I'm not chasing after money, I got paper chasing me
I've been trapping since a youngin', now my youngins' in the street
I feel like Bron in Miami, but I never leave my heat
I feel like Dirk down in Dallas, ain't nowhere for me to ski

I've been creeping wit yo lady, she said she wanna have my baby
I say f*ck it, we can do it, we've been f*cking on occasion
I know you love yo lady, yea she been with me in these streets
Ha!
She been with me in these streets