24-7

Lyrics

[Chorus] Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop I got hoes coming in, cheese coming in, non-stop I got blow coming in, weed coming in, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop I got hoes coming in, cheese coming in, non-stop I got blow coming in, weed coming in, non-stop [Verse 1] I've been through a lot of shit straight from the bottom and back to the top and my mind was well Nobody could find it, I had to climb out of a hole of depression and find myself I wanted to pick up the nine from shelf and look in the eyes of death But I'm too player to murder myself, I'm a prodigy, God has been dying to help Check the time on my end, victor, had less and now I'm Richer, reversed till I view purses, went from victim to a victor Emerging out my circumstances in the seven figures I'm over wrecking burials off in the prison, picture To Hell with fake hoes, potatoes on barrels, up the Draco I pray y'all are placing with halos on bullets in A-holes Make no mistake about it, I'm ready for whatever Motherfuckers throw at me before it happens here today though (Okay) [Chorus] Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop I got hoes coming in, cheese coming in, non-stop I got blow coming in, weed coming in, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop I got hoes coming in, cheese coming in, non-stop I got blow coming in, weed coming in, non-stop [Verse 2] Suckers taking shots at me with prayers that I fall off (Fall off) But instead I went through evolution, I became a Mob boss (Mob boss) Twenty-four seven I've been on the kush, I think I'm finna nod off (Nod off) Got a bitch on the side of me straight out the Army, she good with the sawed-off (Sawed-off) One day I did a wack for the men and women and pimping and running through whores We live up, we wanna party, then it fucking all day till the sun is no more Niggas shoot more for them niggas, in reality I survived the Punisher wars I feel like I am the ghost of Atlanta, acquired the power and money galore Universal plugs on me, my grade in my city streets You should see my goons if you think the Nile Ripper's deep You should see my room if you think you have not had creeps Got 'em running in and out in threes like a track meet [Chorus] Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop I got hoes coming in, cheese coming in, non-stop I got blow coming in, weed coming in, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, non-stop I got hoes coming in, cheese coming in, non-stop I got blow coming in, weed coming in, non-stop [Outro] I got hoes coming in, cheese coming in, non-stop I got blow coming in, weed coming in, non-stop I got hoes coming in, cheese coming in, non-stop I got blow coming in, weed coming in, non-stop