$lim Charles - W7w Lyrics

Last days of a nigga goin through his last page
Bandit in my name, wassup?
That's the mojo even if a nigga dolo
In control of the dynasty
These young bulls here only cater to the pollo
No relation, I bring ruckus to the meal
F*ck a mil, I'm just hittin waves like I'm tryna catch a vacation
And clout kids remain to find appeal off a pill
And struggle wit the shit that's real
I'm a problem to the people
My confidents is Ill Eagle
Thats the team
F*ck supreme, we prima donnas on my momma
F*ck a comma that's period
Question all, though ironically y'all don't pose as a problem
Answer this for a nigga
What's a goat to the llama
No disrespect I just acknowledge all the drama
Here lies the cat who broke ya slumber
Buried in designer
He known as the Witcher of seven woods
I need it I'ma get it, you should get it while the gettin's good
I ain't killer baby, what's poppin witcha
I ain't asked God for a present in a minute, still wishin a nigga would