N3D.40y - Seven senses

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We really care about karma
Care about laughter
Party to the marta
I'm a real life Sparta

How I've helped a couple brothers
Now they're real life grafters
Got one named Becky
And one named Martha

They looking all the same
All in blacked out clava
Drip Balenciaga
Do you work
I'm working harder

Why you try so hard
Know, we really are the same
Better keep up in your lane
Don't forget about your pain, nah

I don't forget about my scars
Your future's looking brighter
Than the light up in the stars
It's a start

We've been flying paper planes
We fold it up into a heart
Know there's flows up in my pain
I don't restart

Until I'm left up in the charts
All by myself
I've been chasing all my money
Now I'm switching it for wealth

Do not affect my mental health
All the cards they have been dealt
Who gives a fuck about a hell
Keep your seven senses active

know there's memories in smell
Just thank yourself
We caught you hard before you fell
Got me telling you my stories

Really got me out my shell
Know the time will come to tell
And my tales will come with time
You really caught me in my prime

I'm in the middle of my rhymes
Cutting right up into lines
No, I don't really have the time
Really think that you can riddle me

You'll never earn a dime
And it's not fine
Just sling a pack or sling a nine
Got me telling you my stories

While I'm building up my line
I don't forget about my scars
Your future's looking brighter
Than the light up in the stars

It's a start start
We've been flying paper planes
We fold it up into a heart
Though there's flows up in my pain

I don't restart
Until I'm left up in the charts
All by myself
I've been chasing all my money

Now I switching it for wealth
Do not affect my mental health
all the cards they have been dealt
Who gives a fuck about a Hell
Keep your seven senses active
Know there's memories in spell
Just thank yourself

Written by:
Ned Price

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