Seven senses

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah We really care about karma Care about laughter Party to the marta I'm a real life Sparta How I've helped a couple brothers Now they're real life grafters Got one named Becky And one named Martha They looking all the same All in blacked out clava Drip Balenciaga Do you work I'm working harder Why you try so hard Know, we really are the same Better keep up in your lane Don't forget about your pain, nah I don't forget about my scars Your future's looking brighter Than the light up in the stars It's a start We've been flying paper planes We fold it up into a heart Know there's flows up in my pain I don't restart Until I'm left up in the charts All by myself I've been chasing all my money Now I'm switching it for wealth Do not affect my mental health All the cards they have been dealt Who gives a f*ck about a hell Keep your seven senses active know there's memories in smell Just thank yourself We caught you hard before you fell Got me telling you my stories Really got me out my shell Know the time will come to tell And my tales will come with time You really caught me in my prime I'm in the middle of my rhymes Cutting right up into lines No, I don't really have the time Really think that you can riddle me You'll never earn a dime And it's not fine Just sling a pack or sling a nine Got me telling you my stories While I'm building up my line I don't forget about my scars Your future's looking brighter Than the light up in the stars It's a start start We've been flying paper planes We fold it up into a heart Though there's flows up in my pain I don't restart Until I'm left up in the charts All by myself I've been chasing all my money Now I switching it for wealth Do not affect my mental health all the cards they have been dealt Who gives a f*ck about a Hell Keep your seven senses active Know there's memories in spell Just thank yourself