MIKE G - 707 lyrics

King Mike G, know we stay OF to the death

Best bitches get wet off of that pineapple express

Thought I told you that the rain don’t stop

They ain’t taking me in, unless they bringing like 54 cops

Nigga fuck rules, fuck you, fuck a jail sentence

All them fucking critics say my gang is a gimmick

Make them say God, pray to odd, there’s no other

… know we keep it criminal, run up in your housing

Young …2000

Never one for stress, my nigga i just blaze

…inside the cage

Now it’s sold out shows, jumping off stage

But never lose sight, still looking for better days

And this is when … but I don’t even fuck with this

My nigga, I’m like "hey"

Wolfgang bitch.