"24/7" lyrics
(feat. 7 Mile Clee)
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Rush Murda)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Yeah
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (All day)
On the run for a case, I pray they don't catch me
My dawg asked to use the kitchen, told him go and stretch it (Go ahead)
And if a nigga think he slick then we gon' dome check him
State troopers in the hood got me in the 'burbs (Shit hot)
Somebody got killed but won't nobody say a word
Detectives goin' door to door, say they need some answers (Uh-huh)
But the 6 Mile shit more serious than cancer (Real shit)
Blow a band in the club on my favorite dancer
And VIP with all black on like the Panthers
And VIP with that strap on like a bouncer (Uh-huh)
Flood my hood with that pack, niggas reign the ounces (Come get it)
Three diamond chains on for no apparent reason (Ghetto Boyz)
Fresh as shit at the crib and I ain't even leave it
Heard these niggas takin' big, but they ain't even eatin'
Just know my hands in it, but you probably never seen it, nigga
Ayy
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Every day)
Money on my mind twenty-four seven (All day)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven (Right now)
Ride low, gettin' high twenty-four seven (Off top)
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven (Gettin' it)
Duckin' the police twenty-four seven (Fuck 'em)
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven (Runnin')
I done playin' for keeps twenty-four seven
One of the coldest on the East, [?] throw a P
Fuck what you heard, bitch, we good on any street
Twenty-four seven, work three sixty-five
Fourty-five for the cookie, moon rock, sixty-five
I ain't never, ever lie, it's a strap by my side
Fifty pints in the four, with a tee on the door
Only talk it 'cause I live it, y'all niggas bullshittin'
Feds all through this bitch, somebody been snitchin'
So I dip low, Hi-Tec, no Hipno
Lil' bro let that SIG go just to let you lames know
Don't sneak diss my name, ho, 'cause I hit your main ho
We switch lanes in Range Roves, you know how that can go
In and out like a drive-through, hit your block when I drive through
Air it out then I come back, fuck nigga, you don't get shit back
So miss me with that chit-chat, bitch nigga, this more than rap
Miss me with that chit-chat, bitch nigga, this more than rap
Ayy
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Every day)
Money on my mind twenty-four seven (All day)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven (Right now)
Ride low, gettin' high twenty-four seven (Off top)
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven (Let's get it)
Duckin' the police twenty-four seven (Fuck 'em)
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven (Yeah)
I done playin' for keeps twenty-four seven (Let's get it)
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Rush Murda)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Yeah
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (All day)
On the run for a case, I pray they don't catch me
My dawg asked to use the kitchen, told him go and stretch it (Go ahead)
And if a nigga think he slick then we gon' dome check him
State troopers in the hood got me in the 'burbs (Shit hot)
Somebody got killed but won't nobody say a word
Detectives goin' door to door, say they need some answers (Uh-huh)
But the 6 Mile shit more serious than cancer (Real shit)
Blow a band in the club on my favorite dancer
And VIP with all black on like the Panthers
And VIP with that strap on like a bouncer (Uh-huh)
Flood my hood with that pack, niggas reign the ounces (Come get it)
Three diamond chains on for no apparent reason (Ghetto Boyz)
Fresh as shit at the crib and I ain't even leave it
Heard these niggas takin' big, but they ain't even eatin'
Just know my hands in it, but you probably never seen it, nigga
Ayy
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Every day)
Money on my mind twenty-four seven (All day)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven (Right now)
Ride low, gettin' high twenty-four seven (Off top)
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven (Gettin' it)
Duckin' the police twenty-four seven (Fuck 'em)
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven (Runnin')
I done playin' for keeps twenty-four seven
One of the coldest on the East, [?] throw a P
Fuck what you heard, bitch, we good on any street
Twenty-four seven, work three sixty-five
Fourty-five for the cookie, moon rock, sixty-five
I ain't never, ever lie, it's a strap by my side
Fifty pints in the four, with a tee on the door
Only talk it 'cause I live it, y'all niggas bullshittin'
Feds all through this bitch, somebody been snitchin'
So I dip low, Hi-Tec, no Hipno
Lil' bro let that SIG go just to let you lames know
Don't sneak diss my name, ho, 'cause I hit your main ho
We switch lanes in Range Roves, you know how that can go
In and out like a drive-through, hit your block when I drive through
Air it out then I come back, fuck nigga, you don't get shit back
So miss me with that chit-chat, bitch nigga, this more than rap
Miss me with that chit-chat, bitch nigga, this more than rap
Ayy
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Every day)
Money on my mind twenty-four seven (All day)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven (Right now)
Ride low, gettin' high twenty-four seven (Off top)
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven (Let's get it)
Duckin' the police twenty-four seven (Fuck 'em)
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven (Yeah)
I done playin' for keeps twenty-four seven (Let's get it)
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Rush Murda)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
