Only The Seven - R.A.W

Ain't playing no games
Channel this shit from my pain
Sit down and I smoke and I thank
How it was all good
And then this changed
Ain't doing this shit for no fame
And I'mmm
Leaving out
Just like how I came
Gotttta
Couple Bags
Stuffed inna bank
Know they
Big mad
I do what they can't
Blowingggg
Cookies
She given up brain
Window'ssss tinted
Cuz switching thru lines
Chasingggg paper
Full speed like a train
You niggas lil dogz
Numba sevum great Dane

Hot box the whip inna rain
Rolling and smoking like trains
Collide in this bitch
Like two planes
Cuhhhhh
Put sum Respect on my name
Sevummm
Double O shit
It can't change
Slap daaa
Scope on the vec
For the range
Hollows
Cut em open like a shank
Homieeee
Get money just stay in yo line
Saucing
Water drippin Like a sank
Exotic
OG make ya faint
Fuck two double cups
Grab da pint
Cuz don't give af
What they that thank
All this fake Love
Gotta me blank
Cuz can't leave the house
Without the Hank
10 mil barrow
On me Like a tank
Cuz been real
Way before the rank
Submerged indat paper
So deep he might sank
Just to cover the pain
Done been thru the worst
Traumatized fucked up
And this shit ah Neva be da same

Underdawg in this bitch
Snap the Leah
Cuz Breaking the chain

AND this shit off the rip
Shit been crazy
These past few years

Thank the Lord that I'm here
Cuz my heart still on chill

Ain't trustin a soul
You know it goo
Just run me my grip

Numba7 on top
Yeaa
Got this rap shit on lock
Yeaaa
Straight drop out the pot
Yeaaa
Cuz done been thru a lot
Yeaaa
Ain't no taking his spot
Yeaaa
Circle small like a dot
Yeaaa
Hope my enemy's rot
Yeaaa
Niggas how I rock
Yeaaa
Ain't Neva gone stop
Money moves
Cuz Beatin the clock
Shoe box money
Stuffed
Full of big knots
Turn up a notch
Gas
Knock the roof Off the spot
Backwood full of Za
Living Fast no tomar
Real nigga
From the start
Life's a gamble
Play ya cards
Concrete jungle
Slagging rods
Apply da pressure
None stop

These niggas don't live
How I live
Lost some homies
Still holding back tears
Free my cousin
He got all them years
No emotions
They switchin up like gears
Gotta watch who you callin yo peers
Tunnel vision
Cuz Chasing a mil
Sign myself
Ain't no need for a deal

Yeaaa
Numba7 drop hit after hit
Know they waiting
Ian never gone quit
Fuck a hand out
Don't offer me shit
Self made
An I'm still wts
Out the mud
Got this shit out the ditch
Tryna to copy
Might end up and glitch
Fast lane
To the paint He want miss
Swiss
Young nigga as real as it get
Been down since I was a jit
Couple racks in my mouth
And my fit
Yeaa
Yeaaa
Ap my neck and my wrist
No games
Had to grind for this shit
Member DayZ when
Ian have shit
Yeaa

Written by:
Numba Seven

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