[Intro]
Fuck you and your bad ass attitude, all your negativity, all that other shit
Keep that shit to your fuckin' self
In this house, we’re fuckin' positive
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, hey

[Chorus]
Seven days out the week, still ain't sleep
Standing on the concrete, that’s on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real n***as don't speak, they gon' see

[Verse 1]
Yeah, fuck everybody
Plenty things I'd rather be doin' but here I am
Plenty things I'd rather be doin', I just can't
Need to roll me up a lil’ somethin’ and just vent
Yeah, all around the city they listen to my shit, ayy
Jump into the crowd when they started the moshpit, yo
Heard your lil' album, my n***a, that’s not it, bitch
I'm straight out of Compton, my n***a, look at me now, ayy
Feelin' like Lil Boosie and Webbie, bitch, wipe me down, yeah
Made a couple million, now I'm finna wild out, n***a
[Chorus]
Seven days out the week, still ain’t sleep
Standing on the concrete, that's on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real n***as don't speak, they gon' see

[Verse 2]
Yeah, plenty women I could be fuckin' but here I am
On the microphone with the flow to make 'em say (Yeah yeah)
7:30, first class flight to Tokyo
The stewardess offered me a drink, you know I said (Yeah yeah)
Touched down, hit the ground runnin'
I walked into the function, asked the homies, "Can we smoke in here?" (Can we smoke in here?)
Let these motherfuckers know the West Coast in here, yeah
Chucks, Dickies, and Locs, look at my posts
See I been C walkin' all across the globe, not to boast
I got a bag and bought some diamonds and gold, just for jokes
Throw the roach out the Ghost then I'm ghost, never go broke, bitch

[Chorus]
Seven days out the week, still ain't sleep
Standing on the concrete, that's on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real n***as don't speak, they gon' see

[Post-Chorus]
Seven days out the week
Standing on the concrete
Word to my OG
Real n***as don't speak, they gon' see
Seven days out the week
Standing on the concrete
Word to my OG
Real n***as don't speak, they gon' see