777 (GHETTO GOSPEL)

[Intro]
Yeah, Ay, If I could just get everybody to bow they head one time
Y'know what I’m saying, for this real nigga prayer
Y'know what I'm saying, going up to the highest above
Y’know one time

[Prayer]
Lord I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me in the past, and what you will do for me in the future. And I wanna thank you for loving me, cause I know I ain't perfect, I'm out here twerking, tryna do what I do. Help my people feed my people, and you see that and I feel like you bless me. And when I do wrong, y'know, you teach me my lessons, y'know what I'm saying. But I appreciate it. I always appreciate. Amen

[Verse]
Y'all niggas be smoking for no reason (What)
I smoke cause the world so displeasing (Mm)
I flex cause I’m surrounded by heathens (Flex)
777, had to kill all my demons
Young Heat La Flare, Ghetto Gospel (Heat, heat)
All white gown, young iced out apostle (Ooh)
Fresh inhale, real smooth, through both nostrils
As I meditate in the forest like a Rasta (Aaah)
Always giving thanks to The Lord, so I’m blessed
Get the pack and make it stretch, then I feed my whole set (Feed my whole set)
Never on no greedy shit cause I fuck with all God's people, and I don’t believe in drugs, Cannabis a different issue (Oh that, that's different)
It's main use is medicinal, so why's the shit illegal (Why)
It help so many people, the government is evil (It’s evil man)
They tryna take our freedoms (The fuck)
They tryna take our freedoms, fuck em' (Yeah I see you, I see you)
Bruh, aye

[Outro]
Smoking out the pound, thanking Jesus (What)
Smoking out the pound, thanking Jesus (Okay)
Smoking out the pound, thanking Jesus (Aaah)
777, had to kill all my demons
Smoking out the pound, thanking Jesus (I'm blessed)
Smoking out the pound, thanking Jesus (Thank you Lord)
I used to cop a card every weekend (I did)
Now, What, ay
Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven
Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven (Aah)
Ay, smoking out the pound, thanking Jesus (Okay)
Smoking out the pound, thanking Jesus (Mhm)
Smoking out the pound, thanking Jesus (Yeah, ay)
I used to cop a card every weekend (Every weekend, every weekend, now I'm smoking out the pound, yes)
Uh, uh, what, what, what, what
777, had to kill all my demons (Aah, aah)