Woo Swoope - Seven Mile lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: EstaBoN] Good n***a! Bad city, what is there to do when there is mad envy What is there to do when there are dream k**as Make sure your fears fall and your self esteems risen 7 mile Wyoming, roam the crack attics Outta towners get to steppin' like a frat practice They try to lab rat us, like we experiments We rockin' hoodies should we watch for George Zimmerman? The justice stystem is, so f**in' corrupted And life's a teacher but you never can choose your own subject Gotta roll with the punches, I'm on my Ca**ius Clay Right in yo eyes n***as disguised life's a masquerade Take a chance baby you should try first A wet p**y..should neva have a dry purse You'll get smoked like what happens when a tire skirt This got that feeling of that Kanye through the wire verse See when you cop ounce, n***as college dropouts Cuz dope will have em ballin', and nobody wants a lockout And nobody wants a cop out, so make sure you stickin' to the code Jewelry sittin' on my chest like the top of commodes I'm on top of my flow til I reach the top flow D town to Chicago EstaBoN will not go Success of course the key but I never seen a lock doe [Hook: EstaBoN] D TOWN 7 mile , D Town n***a is fa Eva wild D Town, East Side! Land in my city like I'm comin off a rebound! [Verse 1: EstaBoN] How can they judge me with the freshness present? With them true religions on Ya'll rockin' false atheists right? Where the f** they doin' those? ... I used to have to dream of success, and eject what was left of the stress Mama not at home, was feelin' a bit wronged but n***a in the end just know I had next Didn't kno it back then cuz i dont know the future But i had spent all my days executin' Felt therapeutic, writin' pain in my scribe Funny was gettin out everything inside Dysfunctional childhood, still rep my hood And i rep the west side plus the damn east side In the D where dese hoes won't decline Feelin' all refined, purified diamond I came from the dirt still wound up shinin' b**hes be flexible unlike my schedule And for my future revenue they put me on a pedestal Need my money in decimals, them commas ain't special dude Music is my outlet, grab ya ear plugs These r memoirs of an educated thug And grab your dictionary's cuz My musics so defining Was late, when I made the race but yet clocked in perfect timing