Seven

[Verse Lil Flash] 21 woke up with this real shit and I just hop on the table They ain't real they be quick to cross you break ya fuckin' ankle Yeah I pop drugs so yeah I spend a dreidel Aye prolly need some quick breathes so Imma fuck with them labels And my True game retarded Yeah True game disabled Come through shootin' shit like Jango And the bullets look like tomatoes And my blunt look like eggrolls And we all gettin' them pesos Ferragamo not no Prada Aye boy I can fuck ya momma You don't want no DJ Drama Make a mixtape with yo momma I want dollar I want comma And no fuck boy I don't fuck with no oppas Killin' shit man I should get a life sentence Man I been finessin' since I was like seven Gotta a whole lotta face make sure that you watch yo back Hind yo back Its them snakes so you should purchase a strap Glo gang off the zans and them flats Bim bam click-clack I made myself a bowl out of toliet roll I'm a stoner but I only know that Og tho I'm proud of my connections This life is a blessin' 93' octane is my medicine Mane i been finessin' since I was like seven Mane i been finessin' since I was like seven Run up on me wrong and imma up my weapon And you know my best friend the Smith & Wesson Og dope straight to the brain I'm killin' shit just like life sentence I nust wanna ball just like the San Antonio Spurs Damn this loud look magic man imma call this shit Lil Herb Boy you actin' cowardly imma call yo little ass courage Loud loud smokin' loud I know you heard it I ain't got shit too do so I'm gone light up the pack I ain't got shit too do so I'm gone flame up the thraxx I've been smokin' dozer the dope yea its gas Every once in a while I call hoes act Finesse finesse school you gone learn today Broskni shootin' everytime like its 2k Or like its NBA, or NCAA It ain't no pump fake So I'm a block it anyway Bim bam fe-fe hop step to the right gotta get my dope lets go Speakin' in code imma tweak with ya ho oh no Rookie 223 yeah that GBE Call it ? she gone t.o.p Damn that bitch phone home just like she E.T Mane I was in and out like a dvd {I'm CP3) Ridin' round in foreign whips ain't never seen the dmv Skoot shit down like COD Flex flex flex like RVD The haters make me wanna get some Glocks I need a street sweeper so I brought the mop Gotta wake up with the strap by the lamp You get whacked like its damp Set you up like a stamp And im thinkin' bout them racks Theyll kill you just for fame ain't that a fact So I'm gonna keep the gat And you gotta keep protection And I gotta count my blessings Og gas that my medicine My best friend his name Benjamin Mane I been finessin' since I was like seven And I been finessin' since I was like seven Man this life is a blessing Countin' my best friend the Smith & Wesson Man I been finessin' since I was like seven Man I been finessin' since I was like seven