Sean Leon - September 7 lyrics

rate me

You better make a quarter back

This is how I’m doing my reporting

Money,I’m making my own

I’m going around the world

But the shelves, you better make faster photos

Barely making the run off for shows

They told me to cut the grass

It’s hard to cope with a little culture

But all my culture, that’s my nigga

I’m walkin’ through the rain

I barely got a dollar to my name

It would be the same dollar at deposits for the game

I charge it to the game

Baby momma,I’m stressin’

One dollar a day

They told me to count my blessings

But I need Jesus

I aint got no bill

A big brother off the pill

I guess I like the thrill

And I guess the big brother likes it too

I got my own problems

My daughter, December it’s edging up with Amber

Can’t even make my rent of my apartment in September

Just like forever

And nigga if you ever get a limp

I won’t remember

But the feeling is like

1 to 1 million is like

All my niggaz are in the building tonight

Ready to make a kill in the night

I could seal a path and live with that

I’m hiding to my pillow tonight

On guard, so it’s offensive

But I ain’t

I got the ball and 2 chains

The pistols poppin’, the pussy can’t

If you listen, don’t be sneakin’

Say my name

I fall in love with moment I’ll never meet again

I hope I see you with my friends before I see the end

Until we meet again