Yeah
Seven years of this bullshit
SFD gon' put that shit on the line for yo ass
Ain't this kinda funny
How the shit done changed now
It's been seven years of the same old shit
Had to put my foot down
Now I'm looking through my eyes a little clearer
Cause next year ah
I be the n***a in the mirror
Sellin tapes now people wanna celebrate
Get me for a high rate
On my contract gimme my shit back
I ain't no fool trying to make no quick moves
I can wait cause I'm already seven years late
From that bullshit
In one ear and out the f**king other
Always borrowing my money
From my pops and my mother
The music seminars 'Jack The Rapper' 3 years
Do nothing but talk shit and drink beers
F**king hoes after other niggas' shows
Ain't that kinda tired
Yo I'm tired of that shit I need to quit
But I'm gon' hang in this game
Till this game get my loot on
If I gotta kick mo' shit
Let me put my f**king boots on
Seven years seven years
Seven years seven years
Of sweat and tears
And what
Seven years seven years
Seven years seven years
Of sweat and tears
And what
Yeah I'm sick and tired
Sick and tired of the bullshit
B S I'm sick and tired of the bull
I love it being in the eyes of the public
Every time I made a tape
My niggas wanna dub it
If you wanted to count dub tapes up in my hood
n***a we went gold
Without one of them being sold
But I'm tired and I'm sick
Sick and tired of that bullshit
Getting thicker than liqour
I'm Drinkin got a n***a thinking
What should I do Whatever I do
I gots to do it quick
Somehow I got to hit myself a lick
Put yourself in my predicament
What would you do
Quick to get your cheese on
Making the g's with ease on
The streets cause the gees on
The streets say they got love
But where in the f**k is that love at
Fat sacks packing gats black I would love that
But they ain't kicking out no lick
So to hell with it
Let me bail with it
And I'm straight before the ace show up
If I'm number 1 then I'm stuck
In this business f**ked
I done paid my dues so what up
Seven years seven years
Seven years seven years
Of sweat and tears
And what
Seven years seven years
Seven years seven years
Of sweat and tears
And what
n***a this ain't the chain gang muthaf**ka
Yeah
I've been on the road of my come-up since 1985
And I figured to get bigger
n***a gots to get live
I've strived to collect my dividends
A friend knew a friend knew a friend
I got an attitude ain't no gratitude
About that shit you done did me with
Put no rubber on your d**k b***h
But I ain't even out to laid
I'm learning to get paid
Layin my trademark down on the pavement
