City God - Seven Rules (feat. $mickeyjdbflyg)

This type of beat make feel like nigga
It's alot of rules in these streets nigga
But imma give yall a quick 7 nigga
1 Never leave the house without yo gun
2 Run it up run it up
Make sure it's them bands that you pursue
And nigga 3 keep some
Maison Margiela on yo feet
4 Strip club make them bands then hit the flo
And nigga 5 trap until you get aventidor
6 Never give a fuck about no bitch
And nigga 7 die a real nigga you go to heaven
Bitch it ain't no question
I'm the realest in my section
Nigga 1 never leave the house without yo gun
2 Run it up run it up
Make sure it's them bands that you pursue
And nigga 3 keep some
Maison Margiela on yo feet
4 Strip club make them bands then hit the flo
5 Trap until you get aventidor
6 Never give a fuck about no bitch
And nigga 7 die a real nigga you go to heaven
Bitch it ain't no question
I'm the realest in my section
Told you I'm the one bitch
Hmm
All these blues I can't lose bitch
Hmm
Quit that talkin all them loose lips
Hmm
Need a bitch pussy tight stitch lip
I been rocking all this baller shit
I need more shit
I'm Robert Horry check the score
Bitches want my love but don't force it
Told that bitch I'm that one nigga
I got pounds but I can't front a nigga
All about them dollar figures
Turned her on like a blender
Sautéed that pussy like blender
Broke a bitch back
Ain't no fender bender
Ace of diamonds throwing ones and fives
Bitch all in my ear talkin bout she ride or die
Had to ghost her til I get a phantom on my side
Spending all that money
You better protect that Patek
Nigga run it up all that muscle flex
Trigger happy
Bet it keep his ass in check
Nigga I don't take no Pay cuts
I hate bitches with Lace front
Ain't no doctor checks up
These ratchets Bitches basic
Enemies instaspyin
But they still can't trace me
Bullets hot they zesty
Momma said she gon pray for me
And nigga bring yo ass home 'fore it get too dark
Grandma said she gon pray for me
Grandma said damn baby you always working so hard
You always got money on you
Lil sister she gon pray for me
Lil sister always know I'm runnin the streets
She always call me after about 10
The streets they gon pray for me nigga
The streets gon pray for me nigga
They already said it
I done met it nigga dead it nigga
Pour a 4 in a Minute Maid
Still can't ease the pain
I play my hand of spades
Risk it all to see your face
And it's so hard to say goodbye so I say see you later
I been runnin from my pains but I been chasin paper
Pop me a Percocet
When I feel like a loner
I can't do it on my own nah
Lil nigga but I'm grown now
Promise momma we gon make it out
And I know it's niggas trynna take me out
I promise pops imma spray around before I let a nigga lay me down
1 Never leave the house without yo gun
2 Run it up run it up
Make sure it's them bands that you pursue
And nigga 3 keep some
Maison Margiela on yo feet
4 Strip club make them bands then hit the flo
And nigga 5 trap until you get aventidor
6 Never give a fuck about no bitch
And nigga 7 die a real nigga you go to heaven
Bitch it ain't no question
I'm the realest in my section
Nigga 1

Written by:
Jhakil Doyle

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