drex carter & luser - 7 lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, get it started for the revolution, hallelujah
yeah, get it started for the revolution, hallelujah
[verse]
talking like i barely knew it, ’cause i’m new here sh+t
i ain’t never seen a picture before the thought was finished
never seem to get it but they always listen so i’m missing
in due time they gone find we high fly and it’s futile they knew style
i be skydiving in a suit whilе my hoops drowning in nine diamonds
falling fast i see the maps they blindsidеd
and i’m paranoid, they can’t avoid the bag full of raps
and some cash for cannibal noise
ash on the back of the black luxury sedan
they be screaming “you can’t do it,” i say “yes we can”
then bet my checks on bands and let the man stack up
’cause when i see that kid in me, i know he’s the next one up
i bet my steps not luck, i bet my luck’s not good
but i ain’t in the bed unless my skin for sure
put my hands on dirt, and turn it to a city
i made a million in spite of them levitating leviathans
i just want all them questioning who we getting this high as them
in my side, i bend aside, i’m finna fly
offend the tribe, but trying is not in genocide
i ran it by, they ran aside, they can’t abide
so stay aside, unless you ready to sanitize
[outro]
terrified of paranoia, the silence i’m scared of noise
something quite something quite, right through the cracks and voids
when we up at last resort, take a shot basket court
court makes a quarter of the time
motherf+cker, come in here straight out of florida
flying right out the door in the frying, it’s not some florida duh
reason reason for the juice, what more do i lose?
so what else is there to do? must sit inside and grab a nose
gratitude ain’t no gravitation
go throw away your graduation and all of those, you made it
i’ll be in my status station, hoping i can open
i can fly me out of toxic wasteland, screaming assalamualaik+m
i pushed it forward for those better days
i been on some elevates, straight up there to heaven’s gates
i ain’t been a saint since we left that cul+de+sac
picking up and drop the bag, i still want my quarter back
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