5am Zeri, Sasha Bishop - Se7en Seater

I'm living out days
Like I'm running out of breath
Tattoo snakes
On the side to the left
Say we ride to the death
Seven figure salary is coming
Like I told you
I got next
Falling for the rest
Me myself and I
In a seven seater
I'm leaving out stress
I don't fall off
When I crawl on
Thought I'm living out another Tragedy but it goes on
They probably mad at me
I don't ever seem to get told
Aint stopping now until I'm in A Coupe and these fucking
Wheels come off
And even then I'll be at point
Where I could be sitting back In the coast
Watching this money grow
Like an apple tree
I'd gladly sit in the cold
I got scars that people don't Understand no other plan
To go broke
If I don't make it all out of Nothing now do another round With no soul
I got stop sign
Dotted line I'll be gifted
My work week
About a seven day
Plus a hundred years of doing This shit list them
Like it's prescription
I'm giving them all my address
You know the real split Between you and I is that I'm Doing this shit natural
Don't look at my style
I'm whipping the beat
You could not see foul huh
I been on my best
Even at my worst
You will never see mine bust
You been on my mind
With the breath you stepping
Taking the the time
It's late I come to the party
I'm bringing the Molly
So save me the bottle
And break it they fake it I'm up
Something about the race
They ain't never going
To face it I'm clutch
Saving up all my paper for the Day that I make cut
That's lemonade it for the run
I'm working this day all my life
Started to feel numb my God
Say we ride to the death
Seven figure salary is coming
Like I told you
I got next
Falling for the rest
Me myself and I
In a seven seater
I'm leaving out stress
Leaving out my rags
Saving a moment peace
War that I'm waging
In my head
Will make her feel all of me
One fifty double dipped acid
You know that I'm falling deep
You could know my reasons
Give you the recipe
But you won't compete
Let them breathe
Take them on
The way I'm whipping
This all together
They're going to call it luck
Say I'm tripping on road
Not going to fall or budge
I do not get tired
These other rappers lunch
These are the cappers
Shooting blanks
Make them run
They do a buck sixty on dash
Just to record it
Think it's tough
Think I'm on
Thinking I'm higher up
Than I've ever been you stuck
I race them up to that ninety Nine made this shit out the Mud I got
Say we ride to the death
Seven figure salary is coming
Like I told you
I got next
Fallin for the rest
Me myself and I
In a seven seater
I'm leaving out stress
Tattoo snakes on the side
To the Left
I'm living out days like I'm Running out of breath

Written by:
Saman Montazeri

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