VII Lyrics

This that feel good music volume two pop a valium to it

Or whatever that gets you up in your moment

Like a kodak picture me rolling

Four seater v6 engine roaring my passenger is foreign

Hitting corners like Jeff Gordon

Its us against the world living la Vida Loco

Just me and my girl the new age Bonnie and Clyde

Behind tints where we lie ducked low but sitting high

On my high horse switching lanes

The course remains the same

One-way you know the name

Just got a couple more dollars

More money more fucking problems

More broads that suck and swallow

The power of fucking dollars

Money taller like Iguodala no I'm far from a scholar

Went from drop out to drop tops

Moms crib to my own shit

Got tired of fucking your broad so

I went and got my own

Now you can never call me selfish

She obsessed with Michael Kors and

Christian Dior's

But she ain't materialistic just takes whatever given

Just thankful just to be living

Its loyalty over royalty

100 over forgery

I'm dappered down in the latest my swag on aviation

Blame it on paper chasing

I'm steadily elevating like escalators I'm going up

Forward progress killing verses like Jason

Voorhees Voorhees boy you swimming in the wrong lake

One-way carnivores tell my niggas all aboard

Tell them haters walk the plank

Concrete shows watch them sank

No demon but far from saint

Say your prayers amazing grace

Voorhees Voorhees boy you swimming in the wrong lake

One-way carnivores tell my niggas all aboard

Tell them haters walk the plank

Concrete shows watch them sank

No demon but far from saint

Say your prayers amazing grace