Lyrics
All these rappers extra dry, I'ma hit em with the champagne
Khern$ be taking off you can catch me in the fast lane
Click click pull
I'm the shooter with the trash aim
That always hit his mark
Triple double in his last game
Uh
Got the game on padlock
Y'all ain't runnin' shit
Y'all ain't even on the blacktop
Me and FAUSTOE chillin'
Setting fire to the laptop
Slap em with some Big ass Sevens
That's a Jackpot
Stash spot, Make sure you knock twice before entering
Pouring out my sins out to these pages
What do I regret
Did I hit it twice you bet I did
You'll never make it out alive
Like Fentanyl laced with Ritalin
I ain't playing kid
This shit is detrimental to your mental
Pick a level
Ain't no skipping these phases
Rocking stages, Heavy metal
Closed caskets for those who lacking
Mando pistol packin
Lyrical bullets flying at you without causing static
Without causing static we tuning in
Keep the levels coming like my bitches when I put it in
When we pull up it's a party you see movin' in
I ain't judging nothin'
But whatever type of shoes she in
Uh
There's a difference
Y'all be playing games
All we worried 'bout is business
Y'all be on that shit
We be profiting in minutes
If we talkin' bout the style
Then I'm sure you prolly finished
Leave no witness keep your distance
Avoid the cameras by any means
When you flee the scene
Bars of soap too clean
You see us spit like Listerine
Homie please
I ain't the type to play no fuckery
Check the status we operating like an apparatus
Stackin' cabbage
You could've had it but you fuckin' lacking
Quick to cappin
I'm riding waves like a fucking captain
Hard to manage
You wouldn't sustain my mathematics
Fuckin' madness
With the mathematics
Big Khern$ in the hood
I'm a fast mechanic
Fixin' up the fuckin' books
I'ma have it crackin
Big checks
Big looks
Big after glances
Make it rain
Big avalanches
Uh
Ain't no thing I ain't good at
Except for being broke
There's no way I can do that
So-Cal shit
Smoking herb with the hood rats
Unless we making bread
Then we headed where the crew at
Where the brew at
Champagnes and IPAs to celebrate another paid day
Keep these fake lames and these lazy fucks up out my way
I'm SevenDayz steady making plays like cuttin' the cake
Into SevenWayz in order for the fam to sustain
I don't complain
I lost three of my brothers
Shit was tragic
Felt the pain
Eliminated friendly foes and hoes
It's all the same
I'm steady droppin' classics
With these pictures that I paint
Man quit playing
With the pictures that I paint up
You should just call me Van Gogh
I'm greedy with the dough
I'm constantly cashing pass go
One hundred up in cash
One hundred more on the dashboard
I never went to class
But now I can teach a crash course
I smack whores
Go do your chores
Don't come here no more
I ain't keeping score
Shootin' your shot
We'll have you popped in less than Twenty-Four
I can't afford to waste my time
Like I was going poor
Fuck you take me for
Fuck you take me for
Five, six, seven, eight
I keep a mental score
Plus I don't need to take a break
I let the liquor pour
Just don't let me catch you slippin' in my shit no more
I handle business at the liquor store
Meet me 'round the corner of Woodley
I got the loose leaf
A two-piece
For hating groupies who be acting boujie
I knew he
Wasn't really widdit by how he moving
Replacing decimals for hoes
Man that shit is goofy
Bitch I'm the Two-Three
So pay attention
Married to the game and she wanna show affection
I be on the court
You still looking for your section
Y'all ain't want the smoke
You should find another session
So in conclusion we ain't choosing
What you suckas doing
Don't include us in conversations
If the bread ain't moving
Congruent
My two cents fluent
Don't ask how we do it
If you really looked at it close
You would've prolly knew it
Leaving the bottle of Cliquot on ice
Pop it tonight
Junts rolled tight
Smoking Sunday Delight on Friday night
You ain't my type
Cut from a different cloth
So you know we nothing alike
FAUSTOE and KHERN$ on the same beat
That's a scary sight, Mothafuckas yah