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7 Day

by Afta Hill

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1.
M O N D A Y (Blessings) 02:41
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I’m guessing life’s goodie through ‘em blue eyes Cus brown eyes, get checked when we try and fly Unlucky for me, this game is do or die So ready the casket I’m blasting for the moon tonight Got Habibi’s but I only flex Kemuri ties 11 foot rims and bets you can’t win And to think The memories never done set in 22 and I feel like I’m catching my second wind Oh, lord Stress gave me less chasing more Stressed but blessed forevermore Oh lord From the sky, to the moon, to awards From the pen to the booth to the boards Listen ladies, don’t got SL Mercedes But off the tip I’m swishing in like I’m Tracy Mcgrady Stacking gravy on the mu-fucking daily No A&R, I’mma make it and that’s word up to paisley When things go wrong it’s a blessing flip my Ls into Ms and they undressing undressing undressing flip my Ls into Ms and they undressing I’m guessing, life’s goodie on your soap box generation of pain from all the coke rocks Mama never let me see the dope spots Study get the dope job But I was busy making sure the fucking flow’s hot And chasing shorties from the all girls school with the long socks No alarm clocks Imma sleep forever Less I can be whoever And time’ll be teller And I’m be whatever I want Not done, never really done Strong in my soul Stay gone til I’m really on City on top, It’s a wave And we really won Think I’m done, Turn a fucking L to a million When things go wrong it’s a blessing flip my Ls into Ms and they undressing undressing undressing flip my Ls into Ms and they undressing
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T U E S D A Y (Only One) 04:01
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She keep me going ’til the morn God is my only true protection We keep on smoking ’til the morn Fill up the taper learn a lesson I wanna tell you all the things I knew baby them secrets filling up this room I couldn’t breath I couldn’t breath I couldn’t breath So roll another joint Tell me I’m the only one Girl be honest Cus you owe me one Tell me I’m the only one Girl be honest Cus I’m fucking done They tell me I’m the only one But the only one I need, want another one can’t tell me, can’t tell me, can’t tell me And if I find out who Shit When I find him Can’t find him Said He couldn’t breath He couldn’t breath He couldn’t breath If they find him Tell me I’m the only one Girl be honest Cus you owe me one Tell me I’m the only one Girl be honest Cus I’m fucking done Lock up my pen and kept me going Her bottom line is not my motif She got another just to blow (just to blow it up) Fuck all the noise bitch imma smoke him Even if they kill me 7 figures deals G I don’t wanna talk until they Talking bout some real cheese I don’t wanna talk until Talking to the real me Got my hands together Paint painting like it’s cystine At 16 i only needed me a 16 360 , turn around like you missed me Tell me I’m the only one Girl be honest Cus you owe me one Tell me I’m the only one Girl be honest Cus you owe me one Tell me I’m the only one Girl be honest Cus you owe me one Tell me I’m the only one Girl be honest Cus you owe me one
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S E L F L O V E 02:19
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Tell me what to do See I don’t love myself I don’t I don’t I don’t love myself Tell me how to move See I don’t love myself I don’t love myself Yeah, yeah Hi I’m Afta I got a problem with Hennessy I got a problem with spending green I got a problem with people succeeding and calling em enemies I got a problem with stripper hoes I got a problem with bad hoes I got a problem with good girls When the doors clothes Sexaholic Workaholic Cus pussy’s dope And music’s awesome Alcoholic Weed problem Cus I like to party And watch the office I hate my looks hate tobbagins Cus I’m way too sexy I’m slide on em Baby hold on this GT fast No PT, train on go Battri charge fast like habbibi I’m an athlete run a track meet When she ask me, Where that name from Afta Afta Read all about it Two step through life, get lost without it So turn this up and Fuck all your problems Fuck all your problems Fuck all your problems See I don’t love myself I don’t I don’t I don’t love myself Tell me what to to do See I don’t love myself I don’t love myself I don’t I don’t Nose big, my hoes big Strippers sit where bo sits Oh shit, oh shit, Yeah sure, I’ll take a toke shit I’m too high to write *** Like a coupon for a lash site In her caption, if that ass right If that ass right Then that ass right She blow the pipe like a bag pipe Like the bag tight Only Red on her Fake red bottoms That’s a red light Can’t complain for shit, cut you’ll blast this in the whip Turn it up and fuck your shit Turn it up and fuck your shit See I don’t love myself I don’t I don’t I don’t love myself Tell me what to to do See I don’t love myself I don’t love myself
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T H U R S D A Y (2nd Guess) 02:44
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Baby help me think no more I can’t second guess the motion, woah Baby help me think no more No no no If I keep on your rhythm Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Baby good things take time 4-4 hit floors with your motion Keep moving with your tide in your ocean Never Cast doubt, with your line Brrr, flip on heat, say it’s old shit Thinking oh shit, I didn’t notice Baby this feat takes times Don’t play on my fucking emotions Was love, now done with your motion Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Pump faking, don’t fake it Cus I can see through those Through those Pump faking, don’t fake it Cus I can see through those Through those Pump faking, don’t fake it I don’t wanna fall in love Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you Second guess Can guess Can guess Don’t Don’t you
5.
F R I D A Y (Bomb) 02:42
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She got feeling from her She gets the rhythm from me She’s riding slowly Like a bomb inside her head She got feeling from her She got the rhythm from me She’s riding slowly Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head She want it harder but she’ll lose it if I break the rhythm She go in circles, like a “ bomb “ blow her friends to Smithers They start competing for my loving, touching, and attention Build up the pressure, light her fuse and she start to fissure Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head What’s your name? What’s your number? What’s your name? What’s your number? What’s your name? What’s your number? What’s your name? What’s your number? She got feeling from her She gets the rhythm from me She’s riding slowly Like a bomb inside her head She got feeling from her She got the rhythm from me She’s riding slowly Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head Like a bomb inside her head
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S A T U R D A Y (Freestyle 01) 02:17
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Bad Faith Baby, its 7 days baby shoutout my boy willie Willie Dinero, the people's hero Tell em' that life is for the culture don't you be worrying about them vultures over your heard yeah they over your head and they’re Circling, is it worth it? Most certainly I’m climbing the stairs I’m going to the top and the people gon’ stare And the people gon’ stare Yeah, second verse Off the top Off the top I’ve learned an awful lot When they come for me It’s like a parking lot Can’t find the spaces Can’t find the spot Can’t find the spot Come back and give em’ something little bigger cus you need the people Yeah baby, cus you need the people Give something a little more cus you need the people And life was supposed to be something good everyday, everyday, everyday And life was supposed to be something good everyday, everyday, everyday And life was supposed to be something good everyday, everyday, everyday oh Shoutout little Noah Zed coming into this world Perfect, Perfect, Perfect
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S U N D A Y (AFTA) 01:55
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A-F-T-A H-I-L-L That moby dick no Ishmael That Holy shit, he fucked my friends That Holy shit, he met my dad How you doing, my name’s Afta That dick dastardly dick her down in the bathroom Double Ds I Bigger than your dreams Left hand up, like safa was Moji Burn rubber, I turn mothers, to nut suckers, I bare fuck em, Deep in em, the gut toucher Ohhh Tell the boys, come to the park We parked up Feet prepped up Roll up, Hold up Should’ve been a minute but I been in the internet Been an internet killer I'm gone Also known as S-A-F-A The kash, safamoney Jugular jamming Wave donning 7 days, to make something So make something Knock The bass bumping Doctor Dre’s Cousin Tuck the chain brother Your bum, your grade Fucker I’m numb I break suckers The chalk, the tape Bucker I spit, the bar buckle *spit* To Tony Brother’s I pump the fake Jump em, the crowd in flames Love it I’m fucking next, And I'm up I Press play, hit the plate, and move up kill a take, intake in my lungs Feel a way, too bad I’m not done In a way, escape on my rungs Imma ahead now, When I bend down both shoulders and legs now Put you little shorties to rest now in your bed now

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7 Days, 7 tracks.

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released August 14, 2019

Produced by: SAFAKASH, ThirdPartyMusic, Eli Brown
Written By: Afta Hill, ThirdPartyMusic, Boaz Allon
Engineer: SAFAKASH

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