Septem

[Verse]
We the realest ones left, I ain't even done yet
Say he want the smoke, smoke is what he gon get
Talking 'bout a gun that he ain't never gon wet
I am not the one, that boy know he don't want threats
Cause I'm gone make sure them bitches fall through
When you need I was there but when I call you
I get sent to voicemail
There ain't no way in hell I'm gone let you do mе how I do you
Nah, that's my old ways, old daze
Seven on somе new shit, 21 we going crazy
Fuck all of the enemies, just keep all of that energy
When shit go pop and I'm on top, that shit is not no charity
Fuck the popularity, just need some for my family
To make it out a rarity, I seen so many scary things
My childhood was buried in a cemetery right next to my momma
Married Pops but it was only temporary
Guess that shit was necessary cause since then, I've been gold
Anyone in my position woulda probably been folded
And it's fuck the opposition cause I know they been told
Mercenary, Triple 7
Run this shit up tenfold