7-11pm (feat. JahSmoov & DLove)

You better hit the gym count some profit every fucking day You better laugh and eat good every single day Wake up tomorrow do it again and again and again Don't give up chase it It's like five o'clock in the morning Gotta move tact six forty seven Posted on the block seven to eleven My pops left when I was like seven How you a man you ain't got a plan If I take a xan I can barely stand Word to my man's he a dead man Can't save a hoe can't save a man Can you save your soul can you save yourself If you take a L can you give em hell Word to my momma I cannot fail Words for myself I cannot tell They don't understand they are not well Medically ill thou shall not kill Get to a bag get to a mill That's how I feel that's how I feel You can't chill with my crew We got shit to do Rolllin up biscotti Might need a blunt or two I'll probably pass out ain't shit else to do Right after this is the after party Pull up when I want cause they know we tardy Six forty seven getting ready and shit Was born to great we ready for this News come quick even tho you ain't ready for it Rolling my blunt I extended the clip