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Fuck you and your bad ass attitude, all your negativity, all that other shit Keep that shit to your fuckin' self In this house, we’re fuckin' positive Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah yeah, hey Seven days out the week, still ain't sleep Standing on the concrete, that’s on me Word to my OG, he told me Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see Yeah, fuck everybody Plenty things I'd rather be doin' but here I am Plenty things I'd rather be doin', I just can't Need to roll me up a lil’ somethin’ and just vent Yeah, all around the city they listen to my shit, ayy Jump into the crowd when they started the moshpit, yo Heard your lil' album, my nigga, that’s not it, bitch I'm straight out of Compton, my nigga, look at me now, ayy Feelin' like Lil Boosie and Webbie, bitch, wipe me down, yeah Made a couple million, now I'm finna wild out, nigga Seven days out the week, still ain’t sleep Standing on the concrete, that's on me Word to my OG, he told me Letras de cancionesReal niggas don't speak, they gon' see Yeah, plenty women I could be fuckin' but here I am On the microphone with the flow to make 'em say (Yeah yeah) 7:30, first class flight to Tokyo The stewardess offered me a drink, you know I said (Yeah yeah) Touched down, hit the ground runnin' I walked into the function, asked the homies, "Can we smoke in here?" (Can we smoke in here?) Let these motherfuckers know the West Coast in here, yeah Chucks, Dickies, and Locs, look at my posts See I been C walkin' all across the globe, not to boast I got a bag and bought some diamonds and gold, just for jokes Throw the roach out the Ghost then I'm ghost, never go broke, bitch Seven days out the week, still ain't sleep Standing on the concrete, that's on me Word to my OG, he told me Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see Seven days out the week Standing on the concrete Word to my OG Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see Seven days out the week Standing on the concrete Word to my OG Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see From Letras Mania