7th Song Lyrics

From junior year, jumped straight to college, I ain't fuck with 12

We was outside making magic, but them sticks wasn't casting spells

I don't trust them many, niggas snitchin', they be quick to tell

He a rat, it's only right, I leave him underground with shells

Look, they know I'm so sick, but they don't ever wish me well

I got a arm all out the window, like I'm bout to make a sale

I don't need a thirty, I'm precise, ain't tryna leave a trail

He can keep it funky when he gone, his body left a smell

This shit straight drop, I ain't worried bout them impurities

All my niggas be lettin' shit go, yeah, they mature to me

You niggas is soft, naw, y'all don't put no fear in me

Cause if it's smoke, then I'ma press the issue like security

Choppa got new titties, double drum and had a boob job

I ring the alarm and clock some shit, I'm tryna snooze y'all

Niggas tried to cut our water off, but yeah, we still survive

Know we wasn't on IG, but really, outside goin' live

From junior year, jump straight to college, I ain't fuck with twelve

We was outside makin' magic, but them sticks wasn't casting spells

I don't trust them many, niggas snitchin', they be quick to tell

He a rat, his only right, I leave him underground with shells

Look, they know I'm so sick, but they don't ever wish me well

Got a arm all out the window, like I'm bout to make a sale

I don't need a thirty, I'm precise, ain't tryna leave a trail

He can keep it funky when he gone, his body left a smell

Them niggas ain't me, yes I know they hate it

Run the throne and no time soon will it be vacant

I was sittin' back, but now I'm tired of bein' patient

Fuck that foul shit, these niggas talkin', I'll get flagrant

Look, all that shit you talkin' in your raps, we ain't believin' that

Niggas spittin' all that makeup shit like they conceal a MAC

Them lil cold stars won't leave me stuck, you no Medusa

Yo girl on her knees, but when she done, no hallelujah, church

From junior year, jump straight to college, I ain't fuck with twelve

Niggas outside makin' magic, but them sticks won't catch the spells

I don't trust too many, niggas snitches, they be quick to tell

He a rat, his only right, I leave him underground with shells

Look, they know I'm so sick, but they don't ever wish me well

Got a arm all out the window, like I'm bout to make a sale

I don't need a thirty, I'm precise, ain't tryna leave a trail

He can keep it funky when he gone, his body left a smell