7 Mile x Seminary lyrics

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Ayy
Ayy we rap for real (Ooh)
In the trap house right now, I don't rap the peel
Unc' got a big ass crib, he like Uncle Phil
Man that's like two hundred fifty racks when it's me and Phil (What up, Phil?)
Left wrist, hit me for a curry, man that's Plain Jane (Dirty rich)
All my n*ggas got a cane and stick, we on the same thing (For real)
b*tch keep f*cking with the help, f*ckin wit the lames (Ehh, we cappin')
Mad 'cause I done cut her off 'cause we ain't on the same page (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
n*ggas playing, they get hit up with the same K (Bah, bah, bah)
Shooter off the Addy, man, he been up for like eight days
I just say what up to the b*tch, she think I'm runnin' game
Hit the time, one day, I came out with a hundred K

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Large seven mile, off a seminary, it's just me and bear
Next time you sneak diss me, it's from the cemeter'
Four FOD chains on and my thang long
Playin' with this bad b*tch pus*y with my ring on
Every time you see mom, dude, she got designer on
Boy yo' mama shoulda swallowed you or kept the condom on
Plus I put her in that big house, got her feet up
Gucci g'd up, Chanel bags, throwin' C's up
My baby mamas ain't no prostitutes, both them b*tches square
But if I had a baby by my hoe, n*gga, who would care?
She done gave a n*gga ten years, that's ten mill'
Boy your n*gga got ten years but he a snitch still
[Verse 3: G.T.]
It's like we still some lil' kids still, we rock big wheels (Skrt, skrt)
Drum, when you load it, gotta spin it like a windmill (Grr)
Make it play, I ain't got no service 'cause we in the hills
Kick the b*tch out after I f*ck her, we ain't finna chill

[Verse 4: Philthy Rich]
(Ah)
Me and Skeez up in Club True, got them thugs too
Got them guns too, in tha D, I got love too
Told the b*tch she better turn around, she wish she turnin' down
I be with the turn around n*ggas who ain't gon' turn it down