I know this shit gon' shake, man I know I ain't doin' this shit for no reason, man
I know somethin' gon' pop with this shit, man 7-2, outsider shit, man
Now it's time to move on
I love rockin' foreign clothes Mixin' with the streetwear
Bitch, I'm 7-2 for sure I don't gotta sleep there
I don't gotta be there In my hood, I'm like the mayor
Bet that pretty bitch you love gon' eat me up and gotta pay her
Been in jail, shot up, I'm a thug forever Marnie cost a couple racks, you can't hug this sweater
I put Roxy on her tongue, she gon' suck it better
I put Switchy on my gun, now it's bustin' better
Sent your baby mama back, now she fuckin' better
I know all these hoes rats, I don't trust no heifer
I heard like it like you sweet, we gon' bust your melon
You ain't really in these streets, you be tuckin' your tail in
Damn, I used to play the block daily, think I want a family
I ain't no babysitter, bitch, I'm a full-time daddy
He see his mama once a week, some shit I don't even speak
But I'm grownin' till I'm turned, I do whatever right for me
My son got all the latest Jordans, he dress better than your nephew
On his birthday, he came Gucci, he so spoiled, but he fresh
You a bum if you a dead bitch, you never gon' be blessed
Turd know if I'm a liar, that boy gon' always have the best
These new bitches never had they babies, I think they off me
I know for sure they off the coke, but shit, it must be more than that
If I knew this shit was comin', probably woulda made a left
But I love this life I'm livin', I can't cap, got no regrets
Rockin' Japanese denim, I remember it was me
Rest in peace, dope dealer, lately, I been drinkin' tech
If you really gon' respect, gotta rock out with that tech
If you really want them racks, then you gotta bust them checks
Seven-two, I'm up next, I'm that boy, ain't gotta flex
Shoot a nigga in his neck, all that talkin', all that bitch
Lately, I been poppin' thirties, watch me hit my perky dance
All the hoes that cheated on me, till this day, I fuck they friends
All that playin' like I'm goofy, all the time, I got that swag
Still back in green to white, I ain't never put the cash
I'm the hardest nigga in this city, where my flowers were that bad
I been fuckin' bad, bitches came on long, ain't from the strats
We been rockin' drip forever, that get fresh shit, ain't no fads
We been in the streets forever, you broke as hell, you ain't all sad
Lockin' Ricky off the helmet, you don't even know your size
Feel like Melior from the thirties, I got murder on my mind
Paraton Ave, seven dudes, I can't tell you about no mom
You ain't seen Border Patrol, you ain't never hit the home
You can't pull up on my block thinkin' you won't get hit with rongs
Bitch-ass nigga, like a seven-toothed person-ass shit nigga
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