Seven

[Verse Lil Flash]
21 woke up with this real shit and I just hop on the table
They ain't real they be quick to cross you break ya fuckin' ankle
Yea I’m part Jewish so you know I spin a dreidel
Aye prolly need some quick breathes so Imma fuck with them labels
And my True game retarded
Yeah True game disabled
Come through shootin' shit like Jango
And the bullets look like tomatoes
And my blunt look like eggrolls
And we all gettin' them pesos
Ferragamo not no Prada
Aye boy I can fuck ya momma
You don't want no DJ Drama
Make a mixtape with yo momma
I want dollar I want comma
And no fuck boy I don't fuck with no oppas
Killin' shit man I should get a life sentence
Man I been finessin' since I was like seven
Gotta a whole lotta face make sure that you watch yo back
Hind yo back Its them snakes so you should purchase a strap
Glo gang off the zans and them flats
Bim bam click-clack
I made myself a bowl out of toliet roll
I'm a stoner but I only know that Og tho
I'm proud of my connections
This life is a blessin'
93' octane is my medicine
Mane i been finessin' since I was like seven
Mane i been finessin' since I was like seven
Run up on me wrong and imma up my weapon
And you know my best friend the Smith & Wesson
Og dope straight to the brain I'm killin' shit just like life sentence
I nust wanna ball just like the San Antonio Spurs
Damn this loud look magic man imma call this shit Lil Herb
Boy you actin' cowardly imma call yo little ass courage
Loud loud smokin' loud I know you heard it
I ain't got shit too do so I'm gone light up the pack
I ain't got shit too do so I'm gone flame up the thraxx
I've been smokin' dozer the dope yea its gas
Every once in a while I call hoes act
Finesse finesse school you gone learn today
Broskni shootin' everytime like its 2k Or like its NBA, or NCAA
It ain't no pump fake
So I'm a block it anyway
Bim bam fe-fe hop step to the right gotta get my dope lets go
Speakin' in code imma tweak with ya ho oh no
Rookie 223 yeah that GBE
Call it ? she gone t.o.p
Damn that bitch phone home just like she E.T
Mane I was in and out like a dvd
{I'm CP3)
Ridin' round in foreign whips ain't never seen the dmv
Skoot shit down like COD
Flex flex flex like RVD
The haters make me wanna get some Glocks
I need a street sweeper so I brought the mop
Gotta wake up with the strap by the lamp
You get whacked like its damp
Set you up like a stamp
And im thinkin' bout them racks
Theyll kill you just for fame ain't that a fact
So I'm gonna keep the gat
And you gotta keep protection
And I gotta count my blessings
Og gas that my medicine
My best friend his name Benjamin
Mane I been finessin' since I was like seven
And I been finessin' since I was like seven
Man this life is a blessing
Countin' my best friend the Smith & Wesson
Man I been finessin' since I was like seven
Man I been finessin' since I was like seven