Lyrics Coolin' wit My Squad - Seven Trill, Fresh C

Coolin' wit My Squad

Black sheep with a rap sheet committed a crime
Every rhyme /
Said running like a track meet/
Actually/
Wrote this handcuffed in the back seat/
Athlete/
Who never got played/
All star talent
Never got paid/
Alienated
I’m not with they ways
Product of change/
(and they hate that) (
Home run)
Bo jack-son /
Punch like a MF shotgun/
Got one /
Success is the outcome /
Name one rapper in the last 8 years We ain’t out done/
Bar none/
For all the times they told us no/ keep pushing forward don’t ever let go/
middle fingers up high just let em know
Forever that’s that’s a statement/ deemed to never make it/ cracked concrete
made my mark on the pavement/ coming straight from the basement/ open mics I
blazed em/ some couldn’t take it /gave up and started hating/
Patiently waited felt like my time went/ Choc with gas /seven Trill got it lit/
pulled up in the whip/ squad you ain’t fucking wit/ alienated lets the invasion
begin