7 AM Lyrics

It's seven a.m., coming off of the tab

It's no sleep, wide awake, so I'm rolling a Backwoods

Of Cookies, that'll put me right on my ass

Fresh ideas flowing in, grab a pencil and pad

Ain't no cap, I'm always packing buds like a florist

International flights, I'm country hopping like a tourist

Price on your head, ain't a threat, that's insurance

Spaceship coupe smoked out, then I floor it

Y'all adore this flow that I got it's so effortless

Crafting bars with precision? Yeah that's my preference

Don't you get the gist? I've been a top lyricist

But y'all be thinking that i'm out here fronting on some dumb shit

As a yungin' I ain't never paid attention in school

Mama asking me when imma stop acting a fool

Shit

But nigga come and take a walk in my shoes

I'll call up Izzy and he'll fly down a two and a Q

Man i'm just tryna catch a break

Separate the slimes from these snakes

I just cant fuck with all the fake

Energies that're surrounding

Run up on me wrong then I'm grounding and pounding

My drip is astounding

You drowning

I'm counting the racks in the bank

Pull up with a zip of the finest dank

Pour the drank, I fill the tank

I'm moving militant with brolie, yeah we execute the flank

Coming out of BH and I'm just tryna make my statement

Tryna cop a penthouse while I'm coming out the basement

a2k I'm fresh out, the latest, the greatest

Step up if you with it, young nigga stop hating

I tell these niggas stop playing with my name

Try and come for me, then you gon' find yourself with a God damn bullet in your brain

Times are getting hard so I'm searching for a stain

Spent years on my ones, so I never feel the pain

Grey clouds above my head, but I'm dancing in the rain

Wicked with the pen, I'm getting lyrically insane

Painting vivid pictures, I'm Picasso with the paint

Ain't no man alive can judge me, let the Lord decide my fate

I want the Rolls Royce coupe with the suicide doors

Niggas want the smoke, it's an all out war

Run up on your hood and I'm knocking down doors

Big choppa, extended, leaving bodies on the floor

If a nigga wanna test me, got the hammer like I'm Thor

I wake up feeling blessed, what you think I'm smiling for

Always on the grind, yeah I'm hungry I want more

If it ain't for the family nigga, who you grinding for