Project7 - S.S.S.

Somedays I contemplate giving up
Focusing so goddamn hard just aint enough
And everyday its like the same thing over again
It keeps replaying back up inside my head
I dropped out of university to rap
Dont mistake for being dumb because I never failed a class
This shit is all passion, I cant take it back
I'm a class act tacked with the stress
Of how I know I'll never make it anywhere without the raps
Yet we only got a hundred followers to back
We spend all damn day just perfectin our craft
And motherfuckers really got the fuckin nerve to laugh
Yo, you aint doin shit, so please stop poppin off at the hustle
When you be doin nothin man, you fucking everything
You got no fuckin clue on how to handle your life
So maybe sit down and think before you give me advice on how to live mine
And as I look into the great blue sky above
I'm thankin someone for watchin cause I aint died from drugs
There must be something out there besides no love
Now I think back on how I dropped out to rap
And how we now got our whole fuckin sound intact
Fuck whoever said that we aint made to slap
Its only been two years and we learned from scratch
So if you think that we'll drop-off you better check yourself
We came this far, only one direction now
A two hundred dollar mic is all we work with, wow
We sayin fuck drugs cause it all infects and drowns
Setting the second sun, are we ready? Its our reckonin
Be wreckin the becconin, and we focused every second man
Keep reppin the weapons, or triple seven to heaven
And I'm the reverend, better miss us with the mass armageddon
I aint playin around, I cut my noose bitch

Cut me loose bitch, I'm the mother fucker, they all calling me a nuscience
Slaughter who bitch, ripping apart all of the above, I ain't got nothing to love
Instead of staying home, I'm workin, staying off drugs, music be my drug
What you gotta say about me growing up and getting dubs?
The one thing I learned in the last year is nobody lasts here
Real the only mother fucker I gone ever trust
Every single time it's him that pull me out the dust
So imma put on for this man until these bones rust
777 till the grave yo Huh, killing everything you throw until we go nuts
And we aint fucking dying till we spill our own guts mother fucka
Don't you gotta pay the bills muhfucka?
I aint give a fuck I wont be here muhfucka
Toss me in the grave, I'm one ready mother fucker, let me go
Cuz now we making cash and banger music on the go
We the real underdogs climbing out the snow
And ain't a single person tell us different, y'all just gotta know
That I been grinding for 8 years, and I can barely breath
But now it paying off, our growth be really showing off
Ain't a damn person know us last year, we taking off
The hustle never stop, get guap, so I milly rock
I ain't got a single regret, it's all blocked yeah

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Project7

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