Jermaine Hussein - 7.62 Freestyle (2X20) Lyrics

Lyrics 7.62 Freestyle (2X20) - Jermaine Hussein



Black Mask, phantom of the opera
Permanent Scar, my lil brother tried to
Cross me but I can't go out like Mufasa
Precautious and still I wish him well like a doctor
Not all family can be trusted gotta test em with a proctor
Uh I gave em the game but only some caught on
The rest of them are scrubs
Like the shit these nurses got on, still
Gotta play it with the sticks like a xylophone
Heirrogance chain around my neck like my collar bone
Yea, it's all hustle, this is not luck
I even brought food to they table like a potluck
And still they forgot us, but still they are not us
And even if I aint got nothing else, I still got us
360 Degrees, no fake shit around
Can't take my daughter to the circus we don't fuck with no clowns
Lost some close friends but I found myself
Dove off the deep end I almost drowned myself
But I Swam in the dark with the sharks just to get here
When niggas bowed down I stood up just to sit here
So let me get this shit clear, no Visine
Yo own friends will pop you for the Juice, like Bishop did Raheem
Fought wars in Afghanistan like mujahideen
Then came back to America like Prince akeem
Still affected dearly by some of the shit that I seen
Them shootouts that we had in 05 be still in my dreams
So when I'm saying Hussein, this shit ain't just new name
I had to let young Mac die... to process all this new pain
Been true to this shit since the 90s, I don't know 2 Chainz
Been on this Wave since grade school, shoulda went to Tulane
Can't complain about mud when I prayed for this rain
I'm Only throwing dollar signs I really prayed for this gang
They be hatin and we know the reason
No time to scramble, just put this heat to his egg
And boom, it's over easy
Skipped breakfast on my way to a mil
Got sent to Iraq every time that I close to deal
It is what it is
Aint no excuses but in this booth
I can't be touched like the corona virus nigga and it's no solution
Cameras all around the crib so I can see intruders
Aint no suicide but really I'm my own shooter
Peep the game make adjustments and then I maneuver
Thank the Lord for all these blessings, yes hallelujah



Writer(s): Justin Mcintyre


Jermaine Hussein - Circa 2011+
Album Circa 2011+
date of release
17-09-2022




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