right, How come everything I say is wrong. You never ever open your mind, You never seem to hear the things I say. (Chorus) 'Cos you're the boss,
right, How come everything I say is wrong. You never ever open your mind, You never seem to hear the things I say. [Chorus] 'Cos you're the boss, have
Translation: 7 Seconds. Boss.
is right, How come everything I say is wrong. You never ever open your mind, You never seem to hear the things I say. [Chorus] 'Cos you're the boss, have
, the lyrical nympho Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for First, the fan side could be forgiven, you didn't know Second time, I got up
[27 seconds of street noise to open the song then dialogue] We run the city [Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to
was abusing her That wasn't new to her, bought me a luger brah' Of course, of course, never had intercourse Of course, of course, without her wouldn't have been a boss
Yo, I hate my boss, dude think he know it all And I know I know it all but I follow protocol Hope to sit in the casket, got me sittin' traffic, it's 7
me Cee and Neef baby give us a second Stand tall when they give us the pressure 'Cause if we fuck up our first chance Fans won't give us a second, check
, right) Can't touch All y'all niggaz need (What we need in our life?) Is right here Rubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth Bombshell, just a second
?) Can't touch, uh All y'all niggaz need (What we need in our life?) Is right here Rubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth Bombshell, just a second
[Trae] Yeah, real talk for my niggaz on the block I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop I been in it with my niggaz, for a
hustle If it wasn't for this rap, I'd try to find a hustle Why niggaz sitting on they behind, steady trying to hustle 24/7-3/65, my time to hustle I'
connects and threatens man Other hand, everyone fake God light, neofight, spit On the cross from a pit And I look and I behold a pale horse Forty second
Stop the bus I wanna be lonely when seconds pass slowly and years go flying by you gotta stop the bus I'll get off here Enough's enough and I'm leaving
. on my banner, raised high Until I die, bet I'ma through it up Throw up yo flags It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a [Hook] Throw yo flags up! [repeat 7
