Coolin' wit My Squad - Seven Trill, Fresh C

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