7 Days a Week

Yeah, me and my **** Renpaul

Was on the way to the studio

And cuz had, that uh, that Wiz and Curren$y mixtape in the tape deck

The CD changer

And I heard this beat, I'm like what the fuck, yup

You know, only thought it's right for my 58,000 league

Here we go, look

Seven days a week

Seven different freaks

But I got tired of fucking hoes, so I just smoke and count my cheese

Watching Godfather, leather couches, flat screens

I say I'm on this marathon, she ask me what does that mean?

Ain't no puff and pass please, roll your own I do the same girl

Get on that Marlon Brando and stop tryna pick my brain

Yo boyfriend is a lame, that's why you not used to this game

And if you looking for me, I'll be first class on a plane

Ix-nay my landing gear, 'cause I don't need no runway

My final destination is the clouds, it's a one way

Fucking with them streets? Ain't no stranger to this gun play

But now I eat these beats, and I don't ever take a lunch break

Back to back, Swisher Sweets, never roll no sober shit

Post traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm coping with

So I smoke the best, impossible not to notice this

30 thousand feet up across the Atlantic Ocean

With a pack of Swishers rolled

And a box I ain't even opened yet

I'm tryna live my life, so when it's over I got no regrets

(Keys to success) Multiply what you approachin' with

Got to roll the dice, but the first time that you can go legit

Seize the opportunity, believe and take control of it

Then get on your marathon and grind it till it's over with

Napa Valley Dolce, my cup runneth over with

My trunk is in my roof hey, you know who you rollin' with

Hustle

I know a place we can go

Where you can be yourself, and you ain't gotta worry

And we ain't gotta rush, 'cause we not in no hurry

You can't be afraid to let go

You gotta let go of yourself, but you ain't gotta worry

'Cause this gon' take some time, but we not in no hurry

58,000

This marathon continues