7 Ways ft. Drazzy Beatz Lyrics

I got seven ways to make it to the top If I don't do it, you niggas gon' hate

I got seven ways to make it to the top Without no ladders, got some haters

Tryna put me down, they don't judder my bladder

They tryna put me in a dire strait and blow up my cover

But I keep going forward like a bicycle on an inclined line

I don't care about no losses, I got nothing to lose

Already lost my weight and all of these girls think that it's cool

Whatever comes next, I got backup from all of my dudes

Still making hits and I don't chill unless I'm in the loo

I got several ways to kill a cat once and for all

That's a personified line, I refer cash to you oans

And I don't hesitate to make moves when it's time to make a slaughter

If they got no knives, it's okay, I got an okap

I see me one day on the TV, I'ma be a boss asking these niggas for CVs

Better days is coming, I hope all of y'all believe me

She said she don't wanna hang, she wanna bang, fuck the feelings

That's my type, I'm casanova, and that's an understatement

I hit on every chick that comes my way, understand me

I never shiver, never shudder when it's time for action

Never stutter like a news reporter in the station

Dreams, I'm still chasing dollars

I wanna make enough so I can buy a Beat from Khaled

They ain't never wanna settle with me

I'm that Mufasa

Like a school kid with cryons n****

I'ma show them colors, boom

I got seven ways to make it to the top

If I don't do it, you niggas gon' hate

You niggas gon' hate, that's for real homie

I got seven ways to make it to the top

If I don't do it, you niggas gon' hate

You niggas gon' hate

Boy I'm back with another type of style you ain't heard of

If they consider me gone, consider this a headshot

A headache, it's like I'm always banging the gate

I don't knock, no, the only thing I knock is your face

And bang your girl till she say that nigga you ain't got taste

Limzy M, that is her, she be screaming my name

Next time I come over, I'ma put it in a tape

Like a fat kid with appetite, I got a light on my plate

6am at the school gate, I'm punishing late comers

Wanted to date my teacher, but damn it, that bitch got drama

Impressed that we As, but she wanna see my father

I mean what for, do you wanna tell him about us

Childish, Gambino, he's my inspiration

Motivated by his dedication, now I'm in the trap

Handling deprication, innovation, to my tracks

Information, salutations, that I'm taking

After sessions, I'm a soldier

So when we handle my business, say roger

I'm a black man, looking like I came out from the toaster

They don't wanna step in the circle with me like I got corona

But your chick is always close to me, asking for a blowjob

Started from the mud, now I'm reaching for that sofa

Ten years later, that is me being driven by a chauffeur

I been seeing his snakes slithering when I'm an anaconda

They don't understand I can digest them in my fucking stomach

I came in the game with a pen and a book

That is why when I split these floors, I leave these niggas shoot

Mr. D told me don't listen to what they say about you

Let them hate they just wanna be you