777

Okay you know im back up in it with the Tatts all on my arm
Ima throw you in the fire if you talkin like you strong
We can take it to the ends and measure out our fucking palm
But the pressure that im smoking make me think you won’t be long
Aye
Pull up in a mothafuckin tank you know im riding deep
You ain’t saying nothing when I shoot you in your fucking feet
Grip upon the bat I got the knife and now im slicing teeth
This is what you wanted motherfucker say that «talk is cheap»
Talkin and talkin I hear em all talkin but running to copper when uzis are
chopping
Bodies are dropping and now I got options you making me crazy with all of your
problems
Fuck a commotion im bringing the motion with magic and lighters to spark up the
blunt
Magic and magic they call me a savage im raising the stakes with my lif on the
line
Maybe if you seen th way my mind is working everyday
You could have a chance to understand why im a mile away
Ima fucking angel can’t you see the way I devastate?
Tell em all im coming back to earth now we can celebrate