7 Mile Beef

[Verse 1]
See, I used to have U-verse on a 5fifty-inch plasma
Then I fell off so bad, I went to CSL Plasma
That was a turning point, my life became a joke
And I vowed in that moment, I would never be broke
I took that plasma money and invested in straight drop
Plus a nine millimeter, kill my way to the top
The dope game's a selfish game filled with high school dropouts
Niggas so dumb, I gots to bring the Glock out
Yeah, I warned you last year, and the year before that
Now I'm 'bout to pull the trigger, make your body lay flat
I ain't got nothin' to lose.. blaze exotic indo
Throw a motherfuckin' cocktail through your front window
See, back in the day, I used to get paid quick
But I didn't save shit
And guess what? I paid for it
Now I'm tryna make the trap aye
In my own little thug way
Seven Mile and Lasher motherfucka, have a bloody day

[Chorus]
Let me show you where I'm workin' at, twerkin' at
The bag just came in and I'm workin' that
Same spot Mickey got shot at, it's hot like that
Seven mile beef, do you want that?
Let me show you where I'm workin' at, twerkin' at
The bag just came in and I'm workin' that
Same spot Mickey got shot at, it's hot like that
Seven mile beef, do you want that?

[Verse 2]
Three long years of financial strength
Three years of listenin' to Lil' Mama's complaints
"Why you always broke? Why you livin' with your mama?
You not a real man", yo, I'm tired of all this drama (tired of this shit)
I was so frustrated and at my wits' end
That's when my nigga "E." came home from the pen
Before he went to prison, I was at my best
But I fell off so bad and I'm working with far less
He left the halfway house and now we back on our job
On the prowl, looking for a franchise to rob
Several attempts I've been trying to try
And fuck these niggas in my hood
'Cause these motherfuckers dying to die
You stayin' with your mom, kidnap you from her crib
It ain't nothin' to my niggas, just shove a gun in your ribs
Thought I wasn't comin' back, man, you was kiddin' yourself
It wasn't business, it was personal, pulled the trigger myself (bye, bye)

[Chorus]
Let me show you where I'm workin' at, twerkin' at
The bag just came in and I'm workin' that
Same spot Mickey got shot at, it's hot like that
Seven mile beef, do you want that?
Let me show you where I'm workin' at, twerkin' at
The bag just came in and I'm workin' that
Same spot Mickey got shot at, it's hot like that
Seven mile beef, do you want that?

[Vesre 3]
Maaan, I give a fuck about your Glock-9 and your homeboys wit’ you
If Twilight wanna get you, believe me, I'ma get you
I used to be timid and shy, but now I'm comfortable with aggression
I had to go through some things, betrayal, pain and progression
I'm hated by my peers, but I ain't gon' shed no tears (fuck that)
I've done enough cryin', now y'all 'bout to start dyin'
Yo, fuck what you sayin' and fuck who you tellin'
The streets is all I got, bitch, I'm a convicted felon
Overestimated my flaws, underestimate my virtue
Took my kindness for weakness, now I'm gonna have to hurt you
"God protect me from my enemies!" I started losin' friends
Old pics of Maserati Rick, dead sleep in his Benz
Look on his face, peaceful, but disgusted
Found out the hard way no nigga can be trusted
Dead or in jail, that's how it goes, it's such a shame
But it's a tragic reminder.. ain't no love in this game

[Chorus]
Let me show you where I'm workin' at, twerkin' at
The bag just came in and I'm workin' that
Same spot Mickey got shot at, it's hot like that
Seven mile beef, do you want that?
Let me show you where I'm workin' at, twerkin' at
The bag just came in and I'm workin' that
Same spot Mickey got shot at, it's hot like that
Seven mile beef, do you want that?
Let me show you where I'm workin' at, twerkin' at
The bag just came in and I'm workin' that
Same spot Mickey got shot at, it's hot like that
Seven mile beef, do you want that?