7 Eleven

[Verse 1] Lord forget my ways, please forgive my homies That refuse to spend they days, broke and lonely Some girls do it all to control me Knowin they the one when it’s gone to console me Shout out to the white chicks 7-Up n stolly I love how you ride dick, to this you can hold me Symbol of excellence, yeah I am the trophy Niggas in the wilderness, hunting for the holy The one and only, rose and single 5’s On the search for a slit, I ain’t hitting the wild They couple of runners, with a nigga style Got a fatboy stomach, and a bigger mouth Less bigger out, but the 5 men get a bigger house It’s bitches out, pull the benzes out My friends is out, on a Sunday For fellowship, handling grip, all is one pray (Hook) Our father, who are in heaven Let me get money, 7 eleven 7, 7 eleven, 7 eleven Let me get money, 7 eleven [Verse 2] I’m drifting and I’m driving, in my special place to go Got a bag of that hypnotic that’s the most expensive drough Yeah you are not invited to the most exciting show In the world, we blessed and be about your dough If I said it once I ain’t gonn front Yeah I meant it, what you want Come and get it, start that shit We gonn finish, yeah the street Life will have a nigga heart Black as guiness like we get it I’m about my money Plenty benefits in lab man Sweets at the MGM gram Smokin head man, the homies who keep missin the plan Stuck in the fed camp Keepin the stacks on the commisary Watchin comedy central on the blackberry Fresh as a mad berry club quite legendary Bring the light to the dark, the night’s necessary That’s when the freaks come out, the gigs too I’m one and the same nigga, I G you [Hook]