Dt. - Seven, Seven, Nine (feat. Tayda)

They don't know about this shit man
Niggas don't know about these sacrifices
Niggas don't know about the grind nigga
Niggas don't know bout the

Tryna be the greatest rapper out since the turn of the millennium
Dropping tapes fucking up the game equilibrium
Working like we tryna buy our way into Elysium
Roll a blunt then I fuse my soul with the bpm
Three A.M. and I been drinking Hennessy since this three P.M
Paper chase turn a nigga up like EDM
Inspired by the memories of niggas we won't see again
Me and Skinny back on a winning streak again
Things I felt for her shit I had to learn to keep it in
I was too leanent and she was too secretive
Don't question it the universe got it's reasoning
You see we got the lead again
Now they switching they allegiances
We was grinding not airing out grievances
The flex and the grind know I'm good with them ingredients

Seven Seven Nine
We like 25 deep falling all out the La Quinta
To the Eight One Five
Shawty wanna fuck with me she know Imma go getta
Seven Seven Nine
Never got a hand out, no co-signs from no niggas
To the Eight One Five
They was sleeping on me now they think it happened overnight go figure
Seven Seven Nine
Mix the flexing with the grind, how it happen every time
To the Eight One Five
These my life and times in the Seven Seven Nine
Seven Seven Nine
Mix the flexing with the grind, how it happen every time
To the Eight One Five
These my life and times in the Seven Seven Nine

It's the King of the Eight Fifteen thing
Nigga we the squad, money mob, you can't fuck with the dream team
Leave ya face red you seen Sting
You never in this ring
You just talk a good fight like Mean Gene
We told niggas that it was on
Told niggas Imma take the game over when I get in the zone
Told niggas imma go for the throne
But it seem like niggas don't believe till you leave them alone
Hottest niggas in the city you not fucking with me
Baddest bitches in the city tryna get up with me
I heard them jackboys plotting tell them get up with me
It's a lotta many men clip hold fifty
And I'll blow fifty, and I'll blow fifty
Racks right now I got ya ho with me
Long live Doeboi, sipping Dusse, late nights I feel like I got his ghost with me
And we been the realest niggas in it
For the record, I got more records, than the Guinness
I told myself every second gotta go and get it
Cause tryna get six 0's it can take a minute
I'm in my prime right now like I was never in it
We on a mission till we get it, we ain't ever finished
Tryna get a couple M's off this rap shit
Fuck a job cause my squad got felons in it, huh
Shorty do it for the kid she gone pop it like a pistol
Or maybe she just did it cause she a nigga wrist froze
Either way I'm cool with it baby just get low
She know the Seven Seven Nine mine, baby that's fa sho

Seven Seven Nine
We like 25 deep falling all out the La Quinta
To the Eight One Five
Shawty wanna fuck with me she know Imma go getta
Seven Seven Nine
Never got a hand out, no co-sign from no niggas
To the Eight One Five
They was sleeping on me now they think it happened overnight go figure
Seven Seven Nine
Mix the flexing with the grind, how it happen every time
To the Eight One Five
These my life and times in the Seven Seven Nine
Seven Seven Nine
Mix the flexing with the grind, how it happen every time
To the Eight One Five
These my life and times in the Seven Seven Nine

In the Seven, in the Seven, in the Seven, in the, hey
In the Seven, in the Seven
In the Seven, Seven
Seven Seven Nine
In the Seven,
To the Eight One Five
In the Seven, in the Seven, Seven
Seven Seven Nine
To the Eight One Five
Seven Seven Nine
To the Eight One Five

Written by:
Leslie Rolfe

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