Song: Seventeen
Year: 2012
Viewed: 118 - Published at: 7 years ago

[Verse 1 - Sage]
So now I'm seventeen
Let's see where we left off
In between failing a couple classes
And trying to slice my neck off
Marijuana smoke invading and
Burning my chest off
Everytime the beat drops
They prepare for their next loss
Damn another stunting rap
All I do is stunt and brag
Bunch of giggling niggas
Don't get it twisted; ain't shit funny
As long as I got my niggas around me
Keep me pumping gas
Ima keep on vrooming zooming
In my lane; fuck a class
Last year was crazy
Bitches having babies and my
Nigga Jose's gone
God why you playin me?
I know that I haven't been
Praying as faithfully
I still got a couple million
Demons that is chasing me
I still got a couple million
Racks that I'mma make to be
Honest that's my motivation at the
End of the day you see?
Problems with drama all too common
In my current place to be
But I ain't got too far to go, my
Senior year awaiting me
(Seventeen)

[Verse 2 - Sage]
A styrofoam of Sunny D
Behind me ASF is and
My future right in front of me
Flyer than a bumble fly
Stinging like a butter bee
Excuse me if I'm fucking up
That purple tryna fuck with me
Got a little buzz and now these
Bitches wanna fuck with me
Sorry you had trouble seeing
The nigga that's underneath
All the bullshit niggas spoke
So lovingly
And I could give a fuck unless it's money that we're coveting
Giggle gang, giggle gang
Niggas said that shit is lame
Another fuck that I don't give
Now we smoking different strains
Of piff and dank, while we bumping
Currensy and twistin stank
Mickel bitching bout me throwing
Dollars just to fill his tank
Fickle bitches stay running they mouth
They just talking shit
Ankle fucking up
I can barely even walk with it
Spit it to the mass like the nigga
Al sharpton did
I'm bout to put 'em six feet deep
Here's the coffin bitch
[Verse 3 - Sage]
Coughing and wheezing
I'm dozing off on a season
Of the office and causing all this
Criss cross, I'm the reason
Your girlfriend got a girlfriend
Chevy look like whirlwind
Swaggin on these rappers
Abstract, MiC Kurb and
Of course this nigga, I'm the
Forceless nigga
Dropping classics off the cuff
I never been the type to bluff
If I ain't winning I'm next up
And thats some shit I can promise you
All about fromage no omelette du
Pardon you
Just what made these niggas think they'd
Get inside my head
In these 17 years so many
Times I coulda been dead
But instead I'm advancing
Got these niggas dancing
When pink cocaine drops
The women throw their panties
Yeah
So fuck a nigga tryna hinder me
We doing it alone, nigga
Motherfuck an industry
Women say they into me from
Cali down to Tennessee
It's a dream squad summer
Fuck whoever isn't listening

( Sage Williams )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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