7$hahz - August 27th Lyrics

Crashing all your mental barriers
Dental bury em
Feeling real wordy
Go and call a birdie
Always beat the par
I'm keeping up the score
Hit the bar
I'm not a bat
Yeah
I got my bag
I'm running up the clock
My Rolex go
I got the presidential
I keep it on the low
Get kisses and hugs
They miss me keep it thug
Like tic tac toe
I'm getting all the x
And
O's
Domino
Divine intelligence
Hold ya back
Till ya brain
Go pop
Edge up so sharp it cut em
I don't have a harp
I meant I ain't got a heart
Hard headed
Mama told em boy
Wouldn't listen
Sit up in your seat
Keep your head up
Don't listen
Seen
The devil hissing to em
I don't got a lesson plan
Ima go in book em
Sprinkle in the cinnamon
I'm choking up and dying
Slow the flow
I go I know
They act so uniform
Go in form
Kill the informant
Hold up
Mob callin
Ties fallin
Fold up
Dice falling
Getting all my money
Count my honey
Get my rubies
Gold up
Give me dividends
This don't ever
End
Divine intelligence
Hold ya back
Till ya brain
Go pop
Got a clock
Run up on the block
Where's my glock
Shoddy said
She got it
Count it
Feeling real malevolent
My heart feels like ambivalence
Go hop
Got a bunny
No snakes in my circle
Mama got ya rakes in hand
Rates getting higher
Bags are getting full
I'm smoking on this spliff
I jump into the pool
Im jumping out on Saturn
Black out all my windows
I don't use the slang
Always keep it simple
Divine intelligence
Hold ya back
Till ya brain go pop
Like a pimple
Plant a seed it don't hurt ya
Ye
I'm smoking on this tree
Don't mean to burn ya
I looked around the world it's all insane
Living real mundane
Gettting all my dreams
I don't do the wishful thing
Got it on my own how we know
Flow just go
Got the team
We keep it real
Used to pull up up in the Honda to
Ya mamas house
Always got the yams
In a pot
We go and light
Keep a lot
I don't mean to scare you
Keep the silence
The loud is in the trunk
You know we got the funk
Mind is on vacation
Stay crossing nations
Fascination they love just how I go
Lay up on the beat
I know I do it neat
12s in the trunk
So you know we got the beat
Divine intelligence
Hold ya back
Till ya brain
Go pop
Got a clock
Run up on the block
Where's my glock
Shoddy said
She got it
Count it
Feeling real malevolent
My heart feels like ambivalence
Go and hop
Keep the silence
The loud is in the trunk
You know we got the funk
Mind is on vacation
Stay crossing nations
Fascination they love just how I go
Lay up on the beat
I know I do it neat
12s in the trunk
So you know we got the beat