VII. HAVIN' A BLAST Lyrics

Yeah, we havin' a blast

Fifty bitches from the east

Give impossible task

Come on over and eat

Show the money real fast

Gotta make em complete

Money, pussy, and sass

Third degree burns

From the fucking lyrics I rap

Women call me Jansport

They chasin' the bag

And the gang 'course

Livin' in nostalgia

Grab a water

Watch the sun set

During summer

Put the crown up

We the same source

Nature, murder, pussy on a pretty plain earth

Million muh' fuckers ten beneath dirt

Tryna figure out from my homies

If imma be first

Like, what's worse?

Can you really make it in the hurse?

Is there any feelin' when you're hurt?

People wearing sweaters it ain't even your merch?

I see the money

Yurrrrtttt

Shouldn't figure out if I'm addicted to drugs

Why brown sugar 'round but never the love?

Mother tried to hand me over

Told him to, "hold me"

"Baby, put the needle down"

Listen my homie

Nothin' will save 'em

'Cept for where life got him going

God is always waiting

And the blunt always be rolling

Say, "the drugs are amazing "

Just keep livin' slow motion

"Love it sober?"

No way, good at keepin' it potent

I don't need

I don't need

I don't need a thing

'Cept my days back

Way back

Bitch, I'm talkin' bout' 'em days that

Have you thinkin' life

Every single way dads

All around could make a mother fucking wav smack

Never be a part of his life

And hang back

While the mother fucking chain smacks