VII, Pt. 3 Lyrics

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Yeah uh

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They say they getting money I say me too

I-95 I'm bout to breeze through

Pull up on my niggas like nigga what it do

Big dreams but not your average nigga

Just a kid from OT no Akron nigga

From the sunshine state make no mistake

Where they'll eat your face before grace

Right cross the bridge is where we laid at

Fifteen hundred and third right down the curve

How did I do it how I survived

When it was time to ride I had the drive

Choppers rang out like lullabies

Every night it's catch a body or become a body

You had to know somebody to be somebody

On the block on the clock the hustle nonstop

No crime watch just old folks on porches

Doing surveillance on trafficking and extortions

All we know is white tees dickies and forces

Durags pants sagging and Mick jagging

Slanging rocks like pitchers in the kitchen like chemist

In the field like lieutenants doing numbers like Guinness

Never finishing what we started cause finishing not an option

Set up to be a failure but winning regardless

No crime watch just old folks on porches

Doing surveillance on trafficking and extortions

All we know is white tees dickies and forces

Durags pants sagging and Mick jagging

Slanging rocks like pitchers in the kitchen like chemist

In the field like lieutenants doing numbers like Guinness

Never finishing what we started cause finishing not an option

Set up to be a failure but winning regardless