Chords for Seven

_ _ _ [Bbm] I tell them to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give [Dm] a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent
[Bbm] And Hampton with Fred Hampton relaxing at Hampton Campus
The fucking [Dm] financial
At Hampton wasn't relaxing, [Bbm] I'm taxing
Fuck mom, I'm chanting
Don't complain, I'm just ranting
[Dm] Fuck ranking, I'm the best, I'm the [Bbm] champions' champion
I'm a liar like Carrie and Liar, Liar
I'm dirtier [Dm] than the sheets in the Marriott
Can't be [F] guy like Larry, Peter Pan in my youth
Fuck theories, I'm using my two-bit to get that bitch to eat paste
Fuck it, I'll feature some Nazis, black Nazis don't copy
Perfect for sloppy, how does it [E] psyche-tachy?
Fuck lame on my jacket, smooth you like a ratchet
Smooth you like a black tea, no judge hatchet
With thrashes and jackers, drug dealers and crackers
Ain't got students and slackers
[Bbm] Outbackers like Jermaine Dupri in 93
He's taking some concentration camps [Dm] with a fucking girl
Ordering a ramp [Gb] that I ordered from CCS
With some diamonds that's [Ab] VVS
Like I went to Sierra Leone [Bbm] in a homecoming dress
With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
Sub [Dm] on my hat like that motherfucker [Bbm] friendly
White red-headed bitch reminding me of Annie
She dino [Dm]-like my state of mind, so yeah, she [Gb] understand me
Fuck you, branches here, never disrespect my family
That's for my little brother, sister, cousin, and my auntie
Raised in fucking youth, all you old niggas [E] antiques
We go skate, break sluts, and eat donuts from Randy
Bitches like Tia Landry, watching Billy and Mandy
Motherfuckers wanna be, ah, but you can't be
Sit the fuck down, all you old niggas scam me Bitch, bitch
[Bbm] I guess I gotta be a fucking hand-me-down rapper from Los [Dm] Angeles
Yeah, anytime, I'm fucking [Bbm] landing
Fuck two dope boys in all white
Shout out to hype [Dm] track, them motherfuckers could never get rid [Bbm] of me
Guess I gotta do a fucking song with Don Kennedy
Get these [Dm] fucking hip-hop blockers to start [Bbm] feeling me
Because I'm 17, compose my own beats lyrically
I'm dope [Dm] enough to ask fuck the dude who made [F] nicotine
Maybe I should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking [Gb] skinny jeans
And follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipede
Centipede, make songs about Gucci [E] and Sigourney
Jerk with the Freds, miss like a motherfucking Little League
No, I'm not no fucking hipster, mister
No, I'm not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me
Collaboration, it's for friends [Gb] screaming, fuck buddies Yo, yo
I'm driving in a stolen truck, and I'm probably fucking drug wasted
[Dm] As fuck, can't walk without [Gb] DJ up
My note is still with Coke, and my [A] license is revoked
Who the fuck told me not [Bbm] to spoke?
Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished
I'll manage, [Dm] hop off my dick and make a fucking [Bbm] sandwich
Everybody listening could suck my dick in Spanish
[Gb] Fuck you _ _
Shit, faggot
I'm a hazard _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah Yeah, um
[E] Bitch, you can probably tell from listening to this record
I was probably angry, probably on my period
No, I didn't mean to offend anyone
_ _ [Bbm] Alright, I'm lying _
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