Seven - Seeing Stars Lyrics

Seven, Yeah
(With my nigga Brance B beating up the pro tools)
Good Lord
Im Seeing Stars
I Just Popped Bar I can't see I can't talk
Where the rod
There Go opp (fucc them boys)
(Varies)
Treat them boys Like draws
And these bitches hollow-tips
They comin' through yo Wall
I fucc that bitch one time
And then i cut that lil hoe off
If you get in my mix
Then ima flip you and yo Dawg
(Hell Yeah)
Real Life
This shit might Cost us our life
But at least we'll feel alive
Ima hold it down for my niggas
That's inside (free them boyz)
All my niggas know is how To live a life of crime (Yea)

Good Lord
Im Seeing Stars
Good Lord
Im Seeing stars
Good Lord
Im Seeing Stars
Good Lord
Im Seeing stars

Real Talk
(Varies)
Fucc that ho
Yeah, it is what it is
I think im gone die like this
Bae You Know How I am
I don't wanna die like this
Bae you know how i AM

Good Lord
Im Seeing Stars
Good Lord
Im Seeing stars
Good Lord
Im Seeing Stars
Good Lord
Im Seeing stars