7:30 - Only The Family, Lil Durk, Booka600

JD on the track…

It’s a Leekeleek banga

My young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt me

This street shit we ain’t worried, like shout out my brother Birdie

When you can’t call him bro, can we count up to our money, uh, uh

My niggas ain’t bout that ra ra, they gon' do what they say they is

Opps be all on my top, that .45, that’s a lemon squeeze

See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes

I keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me

They say they catch me they gon' do me dirty

Two in my head like a Wall jersey

Slept in the trenches roaches crawled on me

Ain’t like no pictures 'cause my wall’s dirty

Had a baby by a bitch who with other turf

For Booka do double life for my brother worth

They wanna see me die, they see my mother hurt

We don’t fall out for no niggas, I put my brother first

I’ma take these Percies 'til my stomach burst

I lost my cousin, made my stomach hurt

And with this fame I kill any nigga wanna see Varney hurt

Put my life on the line for niggas who don’t put me first

My young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt me

This street shit we ain’t worried, like shout out my brother Birdie

When you can’t call him bro, can we count up to our money, uh, uh

My niggas ain’t bout that ra ra, they gon' do what they say they is

Opps be all on my top, that .45 that’s a lemon squeeze

See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes

I keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me

In my brothers I believe 'em, until the end I guarantee, yeah

You got my loyalty indeed, and a couple Glocks if you need them

And we gon' stick to the procedure, you got my back and always even

We just some vultures they can’t seize us, we go to war for Four Six, uh

Only fan, yeah that’s my legion, from the nine you can catch this ether

Watch the bullets catch and watch their soul leave 'em

Ay boo, they called us creatures, bro they tweakin'

They play with me I leave 'em, got some feeders

My young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt me

This street shit we ain’t worried, like shout out my brother Birdie

When you can’t call him bro, can we count up to our money, uh, uh

My niggas ain’t bout that ra ra, they gon' do what they say they is

Opps be all on my top, that .45, that’s a lemon squeeze

See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes

I keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me