Four O' Seven

[Intro] [Bridge: Alpha Mason] Victim to a system, living shitty where these minds discreet Picking bitches fishing to get hooked to dreams inside of me Studying lifes essence in the presence of a pad with notes Telling critics suck my dick and die, hater R.I.P [Verse 1: Alpha Mason] Cold bloods all that's left in me No love is the recipe Bullets dancing, twerking out the chambers, all that's in these streets Bitches pussy popping no problem from O to Kissimmee All we given is problems in honor of the COP Pop, Pop, Pop Yeah the streets is talking Pistols barking, sparking, lurking options of an enemy White folks prosper locked in life of Windermere or Dr. P From the ridge to pine hills, Kissimmee, no things as civils teens Ain't shit much to get into Just some legs to split into 407, not much blessings Death place like a nigga noose Crucial crews all in cohouse Same ol' shit ain't nothing new, ain't nothing new .. Nigga [Hook: Alpha Mason] You, you got the Devil Devil You, you got the Devil Devil You, you got the Devil Devil I-IN my I-IN my You, you got the, got the Devil Devil You, you got the Devil Devil You, you got the Devil Devil I-IN my I-IN my [Bridge] [Verse 2: Alpha Mason] Deep in the 407 Pessimistic peer oppression Happiness just come from sexing Stds can count for lessons Everybody know each other Every sister fucked a bredrin I sit back and watch it all With Demeanor of Pure Essence I feel I feel I feel I feel like I'm fighting demons I see I see I see I see all my dreams is leaving I feel I feel I feel I feel like the rain is creeping With the devil still awake while my city sleeping Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy? all this puss deceiving Niggas Niggas Niggas Niggas? Niggas flexing for no reason This the This the This the city that we live in W-Welcome to the Four O' Seven [Hook]