Lucky 7

[Verse]
Yung shabbo nigga I step out the crib in my Rafs
Nigga be pussy how y'all gave him a pass
That nigga talkin dont show no actions
I’m trynna run it up stack up the backends
I got that white girl i got that jasmine
I had junkie feel just like Aladdin
Steppin' on me boy that shit gon' get tragic
I feel like Freddy Krueger I am a madman
I’m in my jam pocket full like a lineman
Niggas be movin' all loud i stay silent
You got nowhere to run you got nowhere to hide man
Niggas won't send no addys we got nowhere to slide man

When this shit get real nigga what you gon' do
When I pop out the cut nigga what you gon' do
If yo ass go broke nigga what u gon' do
You better stack all that money up

[Interlude]
I mean, think about this shit. If yo ass go broke tomorrow. How much money you got left? How many savings you got? Like come on nigga...

[Verse]
I keep seeing 11:11
Most of these niggas lucky 7
You fuckin with young niggas i fuck with veterans
I shop with plug I don't fuck with the middleman
I'm on the road for the diamond like little man
Little do they know i came in with riddlemans
I got ADHD they tried give me that Ritalin
I got PTSD I got traumas and pains
I was raised by a Z you know I’m insane
I keep that flag I’m prayin' for Haiti
I get the ZA every strain for 180
Most of these rappers love and they hate me
I feel like Mike in the 80s
I need a Rollie, a Patek and a A.P
I’m fuckin' niggas up just like I'm Tay Keith
I ran this bitch up by myself I swear nobody made me