Yung Gritty - 24 Seven Lyrics

Twenty four seven on the clock on the grind
I be on a mission with this burner on my side
I got money on the way
I got money on the way
You ain't getting money me and you we can't relate
I be in the ocean with the great whites
Twenty four seven cause it pay right
I don't ever get to see the day light
Even when I'm down I gotta stay high yeah

I ain't bending or folding feel like I'm Jordan or Kobe
All independent money no label gone own me
It's against my religion to not be winning and spending
Tryna invest in some property get a house and just rent it
I ain't tryna be funny I can't relate to theses rappers
These suckas grandpas make them shit in they pampers
Talking like you sell bricks but you bagging up dimes
Say you got a loyal bitch then why she banging my line
Back to the boondocks
Smoking that Moon rock
Really had to keep the hammer up in my tool box
Suckas get boop bopped and stuffed in a shoe box
You a track star had you running a few block
I'll have these faggot rappers singing like they jagged edge
All that flexing for the gram but they ain't got no bread
Know you pussy I can see it in your coward eyes
Couldn't see me in the jungle like I'm camouflage

These suckas talking out they ass they want attention now
I got a chopper for the oppers wit extension now
These rappers act like I ain't down to line it up with them
I don't ever leave the house without my F&N
Like I'm the type to make out and let my people starve
I'd rather buy a couple pounds and get them bitches off
I got a pistol it's congested ima let it cough
These suckas praying out of fear like they believe in god
State up on my back I represent it well
These rappers tried to come at gritty took a major L
I'm respected in this game without a million views never had shit to prove for nothing
Still we made the news
I see my old friends hanging with the sucka side
I hope they know that when it's war I leave no man alive
Snorting powder up your nose no I ain't into to that
I'm a killa with the words like I invented rap