A1 Godsgift - Se7en Days (Bonus Track)

(A1)
(Na, na, na, na, na)
(God’s Gift, Now Or Never nigga)
I was fucked up by my lonely, I was sleeping on the roof
Soon I’ll get myself a mansion, put my mama in a coup
They be hating on a youngin’ why they wanna see me lose
Just a youngin’ from the bottom always knew I was the truth
I was fucked up by my lonely, they ain’t tell me what to do
Had to go and get the money, I was out here making moves
I was always skipping school teachers knew what I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
I was fucked up by my doley, I was living in the streets
I was down and I was stuck up, ain’t nobody think of me
Now they watching me, mad cause I be gucci to my feet
Catching robberies, nigga that was 7 days a week
Yea I’m sorry for my sins, I was only tryna win
Keep on taking all these losses, I ain’t tryna lose again
I ain’t tryna play the block but I know I need the bands
I ain’t fucking with the opps leave ‘em niggas where they stand
I was fucked up by my lonely, I was sleeping on the roof
Soon I’ll get myself a mansion, put my mama in a coup
They be hating on a youngin’ why they wanna see me lose
Just a youngin’ from the bottom always knew I was the truth
I was fucked up by my lonely, they ain’t tell me what to do
Had to go and get the money, I was out here making moves
I was always skipping school teachers knew what I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
Yeah I got up my ass
Cause you could die in a flash
So are you satisfied with how you spent ya time on the past
I kept a glock in my bag
Got youngings ready to blast
We straight from poverty
We was told that nothing gon’ last
We ate off robberies
We were reckless, no need for masks
Now I’m performing, doing this music, I ain’t tryna go back
I did so many wrongs and I swear I’m just tryna go plaque
fuck the opposition try to act up up you gon get smacked
I’m on a mission, you won’t get it, put us all on the map
They hit me up for some advice and I just give ‘em my raps
All I spit is some facts , nigga fuck what you jack
We the gods gift, you gon’ see us top of the pack
I’m on a mission, you won’t get it, put us all on the map
They hit me up for some advice and I just give ‘em my raps
All I spit is some facts , nigga fuck what you jack
We the gods gift, you gon’ see us top of the pack
I was fucked up by my lonely, I was sleeping on the roof
Soon I’ll get myself a mansion, put my mama in a coup
They be hating on a youngin’ why they wanna see me lose
Just a youngin’ from the bottom always knew I was the truth
I was fucked up by my lonely, they ain’t tell me what to do
Had to go and get the money, I was out here making moves
I was always skipping school teachers knew what I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
Ohh Yeah
(Ohh Ohh Ohhhh, Oh Yeah
Ohh Ohh Ohhhh, Oh Yeah
Ohh Ohh Ohhhh, Oh Yeah
Ohh Ohh Ohhhh, Oh Yeah)

Written by:
Ahmed Saleh

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