7AM

Uh, 7am up in the morning when I'm yawning Just got off and I light one up to relieve the stress The pressure load on my chest Like I just got COVID and I can't fuckin' rest Thank God for the herb cuz it keep me zonin', melodies pourin Keep me from pullin' the smithin' west Son, I tell you, puttin' your trust in a bitch is suicide Your homie ain't do or die He just heard that once in a song and now he think he's super fly I been rollin' blunts since a young buck, I'm still smokin' till I'm fried I'm a chief up till I die, in this life is do or die So you know I gotta get mine, I roll around with a heavy blade Ready to decapitate, any opposition, better get in line My stomach growl like it's dinner time Bakin these motherfuckers into slivered spine Like I'm Dahmer, nowadays I'm sending my kids to school With a switchblade and a GoPro Talkin' drugs, got a boatload Khanebosom Yierba Mala Concansa Guaco I'm more electrifying than a light-emitting diode Ain't got no time for your major depressive episodes Had to slow it down, cause I know they won't comprehend the flow Never end it though And this shit don't stop as long as we eatin Sabe como se dice Nunca paramos until we stop breathin We here for a reason Don't give a damn about what you believe in Get money, stop sleepin I ain't really worried about what you be preachin Cause I'm still a heathen With this 4-5, leave his ass leakin If he come up creepin I ain't really one to be on demon Less he come up tweakin This new me here not just for the season This for life, don't believe me Better watch and listen close to your feel me Fore they find you bereavin This that just got into a fender bender, hopped out and end his life flow This for all the killers catchin' bodies of A life ain't even hit nine years old F*ck that, this for all the mothers grievin Matter of fact, this for all the homies couldn't catch a breath Cause the faggot police stood up on they neck for no fuckin' reason We dealin' with demons It's literal, but for some reason can't nobody see it These motherfuckers squealin But let me tell you somethin' that ain't old news Brother the Euphrates dried up Now you might be able to point out what time on this planet it really is Now these silly kids still playin' with bangers Show you what the dealy is Used to roll up a Philly kids Now the Milli' kids comin' up aint even doin' kitty bids This ain't kitty biz All the motherfuckers I looked up to when I was a bitty kid Don't really be on shit Now the realest of them all Either in a can or a fuckin' box So this the plan, stuff the fuckin' crops We hit his mans from down the block Took every last thing he got down to his gold tooth, and his socks Bitch, don't move or get popped And I still hope your shit don't flop So when we both at the top, you can see what the f*ck its not and what it really is You can catch the biz Silly motherfucker, these streets I'm in He'll never get the chance to f*ck with my kid again And this shit don't stop as long as we eatin Sabes como se dice Nunca paramos until we stop breathin We here for a reason Don't give a damn bout what you believe in Get money, stop sleepin I ain't really worried bout what you be preachin Cause I'm still a heathen With this 4-5, leave his ass leakin If he come up creepin I ain't really one to be on demon Less he come up tweakin This new me here, not just for the season This for life, don't believe me Better watch and listen close till you feel me Fore they find you bereavin