7/10

Hit a job, or hit a lick

I would prolly grab the ladder if I didn't run my shit

Got a pick with a nail, and a pic with a rig, so

It's seven-ten, shit, somebody pass me that bitch

I'm gone pop, then these people I made features for gon' drop

Prolly should've made a split agreement, hold up, let me jot that

Down in my reminders real quick, hold on

Okay, where was I? Prolly somewhere in the sky

Prolly somewhere in my head thinkin' 'bout why I'ma die

I don't really give a damn, if you're alive, then I'm alive

But I'm lit, I be on my shit, I don't need a clique