Proton - 7 God (6 God Freestyle) lyrics

Let me make it clear i got d**h on the line but i can't hear the threats Call waiting from a half dozen skets Buncha new generation rengeys Same grimey yats giving out beats like its bless but But They ain't bless Yardie yatty dishing out the ever bless Lame hoes baby daddy's doin basic But baby im more like m&s So lets get back to who's running the seven My n***a stormz brought it back to the seven Krept n kones brought it back to the seven I want a girl who f**s girls like ellen that's degeneres And if she generous we sharing Year 11 listening to fem felon Me n littles in the cla** sharing headphones Back when the only sh** i used to run was errands Like link slags But im a lord in my town The n***a shapin up my beard got a porsche from the brown N we shiftin' through them gears got a portion of loud My n***a shiftin' that gear it's got his horse power growling Clip em round the ears cah they all be my child I know they pissed that im here they tried forcing me out Put a spliff in the air for my boys in the ground Flick flick now he's piers in a morg-an im out That's some wordplay for em Everytime i f** up someone else sh** it feels like the workrates falling Couple mixtapes n a few birds paid for em k** sh** get a hearse take em coroners In earth ima cover them pussies, they ain't learnt they novice When i drop call first aid for em get a nurse, maid, bed pan, geraniums, cards like a birthday The b**hes they claiming that they f**ed are all mermaids So we know that it's a myth We control the drought so i know whats in your spliff With a stonerlooking b**h And she rolling off the sh**s I be in her house Codeine in her cup give the opiates a sip Man they hopin that i slip Pre drink wave cold wine that im holding for your chick when she open up the fridge f**boys holdin onto gibs be careful when you postin up them pics Cah you know we got them We got them scared right They ain't flying anything n they got air lines I remember when she used to gimme air time sh** changed now a n***a gettin air time They wanna block out the noise Hands to their ears Pretend like me 20 lads ain't there Ready to turn up put your hands in the air Turn a fan to a fan hear em cheer it's so light man My booking fee needs another zero Im the dark in the foil like it's milo Cause im dope like pressin up a kilo Im with ho who keeps messin up my pillows Facedown ba** loud is the procedure Send her body into a seizure She ride it till i bus that's arriva I put the mean in demeanour … i got a call from moany n it's go time A few shows from a roley then it's show time ...really i gotta thank the most high That I'm so grounded when I'm the most fly I'm the type to slow down at the go sign I'm one of them "don't tell me where to go" types I'm one of them just let me do it in my own time She so peng when she sniffing up a coke line Lord have mercy on her columella That purse ain't real burberry i don't wanna tell her I told K she can phone me if she wanna tenner Cah when i blow she know we gonna get this doe together I don't love a b**h but my marge n the queen on the coins I do my best to make sure the rave's free for my boys Pigs pull us cah the clouds from the whip are too thick Then talk sh** bout cease and destroy... n***a please