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[Intro: Don Vince]

[Verse 1: Seven the General]

You see me
I eat, sleep, shit
And Talk Rap
Raised around the Mob
Yeah the Old Dude bought crack

Put me on the stove
Whip a muthafuckin soft batch
Been around the globe
Shaking muthafuckin salt packs

Nigga caught a case at 18
Bitch I lost that
Never went to trial
Cause the MILE we don’t talk back

Niggas sneak dissing on them songs
Bitch I caught that
Pussy, put a name on it
Gang on it, Bet he caught that nigga!

O.G. Seven Milla, Kamikaze
On a stolen Panigale
Single shotty, full of bodies
Used to do the Ozzy
Off the 92’ Hirachi’s
Hit so many licks
Them niggas call me
Seven LickaRachi

7 Mile is a Army, nigga
A Navy, nigga
.45’s in the Tommy, nigga
Bet it spray a nigga

The “G-Code” that we live by
And that pay a nigga
Swear to god the book is what we never obeying, nigga
TURN UP!

[Hook 1: Don Vince]

[Verse 2: Seven the General]

Bitch what
I’ll have yo ass stuck
Have young dogg with the mag
Over there while you bag up

Got some dollars on that marijuana
Killers off that Verrazano
Niggas want that lean, promethazine
I got a hundred bottles

B on the throttle
Tucking nozzles in that ferragamo
Pull up with that chopper
Let it pop in front of Andiamo’s

Como’ (se) de mi llama
Ocho cinco, no Cubano
Me no speak no English, but my middle finger talks to HOMMOZ

Seven in that 7 forty fin
Stupid rims nigga never had shit
Ever since a nigga saw his first 10
I ducked off, cause duck sauce don’t spend

7 Mile is a Army, nigga
A Navy, nigga
If you ever try to harm me nigga
Bet they Kay a nigga

The “G-Code” that we live by
And that pay a nigga
Swear to god the book is what we never obeying nigga
TURN UP!

[Hook 2: Don Vince]

[Verse 3: Seven the General]

Hmmm
Alright Stoppit, you niggas robbing plugs
I’m bending round the block
I got the .38 snub
Rubber bands all on the handle
We can get it out the mud
I be whipping oil-base
Off a quarter-zip of crud

Watch a muthafucka flood the block
Drugs or not, I got some gift card codes
Told them hoes go shop

And this shit don’t stop
Till the wrist don’t tock
In a big 6 drop
Dip-Burling up Stout, Boyyyy!

“Would you please Boss Up”
No more 740’s so the fees gone up
All we blow is purple, got the lean sold up
OC’s sold up, dope fiends know us

7 Mile is Army
Better yet a Navy
If a nigga try to play me
Then its “Rock-a-bye” baby

The “G-Code” that we live by
And that pay me
A muthafucking DOGG
But I’m never obeying
I TURN UP!

[Hook 3: Don Vince]

- written by Seven the General