Rozey - Seven lyrics

[Verse Lil Flash] 21 woke up with this real sh** and I just hop on the table They ain't real they be quick to cross you break ya f**in' ankle Yeah I pop d** so yeah I spend a dreidel Aye prolly need some quick breathes so Imma f** with them labels And my True game retarded Yeah True game disabled Come through shootin' sh** like Jango And the bullets look like tomatoes And my blunt look like eggrolls And we all gettin' them pesos Ferragamo not no Prada Aye boy I can f** ya momma You don't want no DJ Drama Make a mixtape with yo momma I want dollar I want comma And no f** boy I don't f** with no oppas k**in' sh** man I should get a life sentence Man I been finessin' since I was like seven Gotta a whole lotta face make sure that you watch yo back Hind yo back Its them snakes so you should purchase a strap Glo gang off the zans and them flats Bim bam click-clack I made myself a bowl out of toliet roll I'm a stoner but I only know that Og tho I'm proud of my connections This life is a blessin' 93' octane is my medicine Mane i been finessin' since I was like seven Mane i been finessin' since I was like seven Run up on me wrong and imma up my weapon And you know my best friend the Smith & Wesson Og dope straight to the brain I'm k**in' sh** just like life sentence I nust wanna ball just like the San Antonio Spurs Damn this loud look magic man imma call this sh** Lil Herb Boy you actin' cowardly imma call yo little a** courage Loud loud smokin' loud I know you heard it I ain't got sh** too do so I'm gone light up the pack I ain't got sh** too do so I'm gone flame up the thraxx I've been smokin' dozer the dope yea its gas Every once in a while I call hoes act Finesse finesse school you gone learn today Broskni shootin' everytime like its 2k Or like its NBA, or NCAA It ain't no pump fake So I'm a block it anyway Bim bam fe-fe hop step to the right gotta get my dope lets go Speakin' in code imma tweak with ya ho oh no Rookie 223 yeah that GBE Call it ? she gone t.o.p Damn that b**h phone home just like she E.T Mane I was in and out like a dvd {I'm CP3) Ridin' round in foreign whips ain't never seen the dmv Skoot sh** down like COD Flex flex flex like RVD The haters make me wanna get some Glocks I need a street sweeper so I brought the mop Gotta wake up with the strap by the lamp You get whacked like its damp Set you up like a stamp And im thinkin' bout them racks Theyll k** you just for fame ain't that a fact So I'm gonna keep the gat And you gotta keep protection And I gotta count my blessings Og gas that my medicine My best friend his name Benjamin Mane I been finessin' since I was like seven And I been finessin' since I was like seven Man this life is a blessing Countin' my best friend the Smith & Wesson Man I been finessin' since I was like seven Man I been finessin' since I was like seven