Seventeen

[Verse 1 - Sage] So now I'm seventeen Let's see where we left off In between failing a couple classes And trying to slice my neck off Marijuana smoke invading and Burning my chest off Everytime the beat drops They prepare for their next loss Damn another stunting rap All I do is stunt and brag Bunch of giggling niggas Don't get it twisted; ain't shit funny As long as I got my niggas around me Keep me pumping gas Ima keep on vrooming zooming In my lane; fuck a class Last year was crazy Bitches having babies and my Nigga Jose's gone God why you playin me? I know that I haven't been Praying as faithfully I still got a couple million Demons that is chasing me I still got a couple million Racks that I'mma make to be Honest that's my motivation at the End of the day you see? Problems with drama all too common In my current place to be But I ain't got too far to go, my Senior year awaiting me (Seventeen) [Verse 2 - Sage] A styrofoam of Sunny D Behind me ASF is and My future right in front of me Flyer than a bumble fly Stinging like a butter bee Excuse me if I'm fucking up That purple tryna fuck with me Got a little buzz and now these Bitches wanna fuck with me Sorry you had trouble seeing The nigga that's underneath All the bullshit niggas spoke So lovingly And I could give a fuck unless it's money that we're coveting Giggle gang, giggle gang Niggas said that shit is lame Another fuck that I don't give Now we smoking different strains Of piff and dank, while we bumping Currensy and twistin stank Mickel bitching bout me throwing Dollars just to fill his tank Fickle bitches stay running they mouth They just talking shit Ankle fucking up I can barely even walk with it Spit it to the mass like the nigga Al sharpton did I'm bout to put 'em six feet deep Here's the coffin bitch [Verse 3 - Sage] Coughing and wheezing I'm dozing off on a season Of the office and causing all this Criss cross, I'm the reason Your girlfriend got a girlfriend Chevy look like whirlwind Swaggin on these rappers Abstract, MiC Kurb and Of course this nigga, I'm the Forceless nigga Dropping classics off the cuff I never been the type to bluff If I ain't winning I'm next up And thats some shit I can promise you All about fromage no omelette du Pardon you Just what made these niggas think they'd Get inside my head In these 17 years so many Times I coulda been dead But instead I'm advancing Got these niggas dancing When pink cocaine drops The women throw their panties Yeah So fuck a nigga tryna hinder me We doing it alone, nigga Motherfuck an industry Women say they into me from Cali down to Tennessee It's a dream squad summer Fuck whoever isn't listening