It’s been 7 years already lyrics

You wanna prove to the world
That I ain't sh*t
f*ck your money and your cars
Man I flow on the beat
Never thought people would live their life
Talking sh*t
I just try to live my life
Where I benefit
You wanna prove to the world
That I ain't got sh*t
I'm a broke guy
But I still do it
They say you ain't got cash
Man
I ain't got no money
f*ck the world for
Trying and make me live in poverty
Yeah
They wanna stop my cash flow
I'm f*cking twenty two
Twenty three tell me
What the f*ck should I do
At sixteen I never took this sh*t
Seriously
I never knew the world was trying
And make me go crazy
Seventeen all they do is try to f*ck with me
f*ck the system
Shoot a Glock
Might shoot somebody
Man I'm tired of singing song
It's seven years already
Everybody wanna talk
This sh*t is so f*cking
Lazy
I'm tired of singing songs
It's seven years already
Never gave a middle f*ck
About this f*cking industry
Damn
What the f*ck they want from me
I'm a have a million songs
By the time I'm thirty
Huh
By the time I'm f*cking thirty
I'm a have a million songs
f*ck the world
For creating me
I don't really know what they want from me
All I wanted to see
Was a f*cking Destiny
I might have a million songs
By the time I'm thirty
f*ck the world
For trying and destroy me
They never create me
Everybody wanna know who I be
That's what I see
R.I.P
Everything
My life is starting all over
This use to be me
When I was eighteen
Tell me why I let them take it from me
They trying and stop me
I keep on migrating
I keep on moving
They keep on demonstrating
They want me to stick one place
And they keep on lusting
Wanna show the whole world
I'm a broke mother f*cker
So what the f*ck with the world
If I'm a broke guy
Yeah that's me
You wanna prove to the world
That I ain't got no money
Who give a f*ck about the world
When you broke and hungry
I'm a be shooting after the world
When my pocket empty
The world wanna shoot after me
You ain't taking my money
What you wanna prove
You all about making statements
Mother f*cker
The only statements I make
Is in my bank statements
Everybody keep on talking
Like whatever whatever
What you wanna prove
You ain't sh*t
You mother f*cker
Talking about you got the Glock
You got your gang
Oh funny
Everybody wanna know
Who the f*ck I be
What you wanna prove to the world
R.I.P
Everybody wanna see
What I see
They wanna have the same
Vision as me
Visionary
Scary
I don't know what the f*ck
They wanna plot from me
I got some older people
Telling me that I'm a boss
In society
I got some people telling me
That they respect me
But I'm like f*ck that sh*t
Man I don't need your respect
People keep on talking
Look in the mirror see reflect
Reflection
f*ck this sh*t
Like addition
Competition
Everybody want to bring their
f*cking contribution
f*ck your attribution
I don't need your f*cking
Portfolio
All you want to talk is
Role around like a
Hula oh
(Chuckle)
(Kiss teeth)