Odd Future Talk - 707 lyrics

[Verse 1] Nah King Mike G, know we stay OF till the d**h Best b**hes get wet off of that pineapple express Thought I told you that that rain don't stop They ain't taking me in unless they bring like 54 cops n***a f** rules, f** you, f** a jail sentence All them f**ing critics say my gang is a gimmick Make em say, "God". Pray to Odd, theres no other If I was 21 I woulda had the Fader front cover Know we keep it criminal, run up in your housing Young gunna been snapin necks since two thousand Never one for stress my n***a I just blaze Them LA streets is d**h like I was trapped inside a cage Now it's sold out shows, jumping off the stage But never lose sight, still lookin' for better days This is fire coming out them beats by dre But I dont even f** with Kush my n***a I like haze