7:77 Lyrics

Triple seven

Hands up to the sky reaching for the heavens

Taking lots of L's, Wonder's taking lessons

Don't wanna hear you speak unless it's love confessions

Been talking to the mirror just some deep reflection

Prayers manifest, shout out to the reverend

You know Red and I have a deep connection

So when I'm talking love just know I ain't really messing

These tracks ain't messing either

I had to be blind for me to see clearer

Talking with the deaf made me listen better

All these notebook entries niggas call me Kira

The wish is five stars

Whippin' round in black cars

The flame yeah nigga that's ours

Triple seven dream hours

Life is a vase, we all just dying flowers

Nigga say it louder

Yeah yeah

Back in the game

The city's got a lion to tame

A claim to the fame

0 60 better clear up the lane

What's the brightest path to greatness

Gotta use our brains and illuminate this

I get uncomfy when it's all about me

I'm moving lightly

Niggas wanna come and spite me

Coincidentally

I don't fold no origami

Hit up some sushi

Hit it with a lil wasabi

Girl introduce me

To everything that we could be

Want only M's

Money, mansions, and Mercedes

Stressing on the daily

But money never made

Lord knows I need plenty

Louis bags and Fendi

Need it for my lady

Need it for my mommy

Shit

Think I need to go and call her more

Family name can only soar

Revving up gas up the lore

Dubs are knocking on the door

L's are dead and on the floor

Say no more

The ladder long but there no ceiling

Whatever beat I find better know it's a fresh killing

The cards are ours to bet, look at God it's a good dealing

A good feeling

Wonder's what the city's missing

Triple seven

Hands up to the sky reaching for the heavens

Taking lots of L's, Wonder's taking lessons

Don't wanna hear you speak unless it's love confessions

Been talking to the mirror just some deep reflection

Prayers manifest, shout out to the reverend

You know Red and I have a deep connection

So when I'm talking love just know I ain't really messing

The crew ain't messing either

She wanna body nicer than the songs I feature

Class is in session eyes are on the teacher

Hungry for the dream but luck is getting fatter

Chill in cabanas with Dominicanas

Dream of Savana's hotter than the sauna

Made a deal with God, the terms we'll find out later

Sayo-nara