700 Days - Jef Jon Sin

I left 700 days ago

Do you know what

Do you know what sacrifice is

Half my life is

Touched Berlin coppin' sac of vices

Twice the product for half the prices

I don’t usually do it but tonight I might bitch

So don’t push me

Cuz I’m

Still on the verge of somethin big time

Young Jef got down with the get down

Finna start a clique Never quit tryin

I’m a be the treasurer

What you wanna be?

Say one, two, and lets jump on three

Say, how it is and its how its gonna be

Put my new shit out if I die first

Sixth day, same city in the same streets

Praying no bad dreams when I go to sleep

Pray my angel Irene watching over me

While Big Syke got keys comin from overseas

I was on my own wave

And you a fuck boy if you don’t play it

Its okay, I’m a let em hate

5400 Block, 10:38, you can see me

With a thirsty face

Big dog ain’t ate clean a dirty plate

Tryin to, make it back from my journey safe

Will you, let me in at the pearly gates, dear God

Spent it, I’m just trying to make it back

I left 700 Days ago, I’m just trying to make it back

(Been gone so long I forgot your name)

Uh

Nothing to loose, too much to gain

Smell like inscents and OG flame

Grandpa use to sip golden grain

And Dirty ride twankies on everything

I grew on on that, dope shit I’m the plug on that

Hit the club on with my cousin

Breakin down the bud on

My buds phone

Rollin up a blunt on that

What the fuck’s wrong?

I’ve been out of touch for a long time

When you doing what I do you need a strong mind

Making words to my song rhyme

I’m on God’s time, brother

So I’m on time

At night but it feel like its morning

I’m just reading off pages of my real life story

Spent it, I’m just trying to make it back

I left 700 Days ago, I’m just trying to make it back

(Been gone so long I forgot your name)

Two things

I’m never giving up and I’m never giving up

I gave everything I still never give a fuck

Getting knocked down I remember getting up

I was going overseas I remember getting plugged

I remember getting hit, getting left, getting stuck

I remember I was running out of luck

I remember no heater in the sprinter

In the middle of the coldest ever winter

In December, hold up

Told my momma I don’t know when I’m coming home

Falling short of another loan

Buying Kool-aid like its fucking nothing wrong

Another heart break sounding like another song

Say it then I play it back

Putting money on my favorite raps

Spent all I ever made trying to make it work

Knowing if the DJ play it I’m a make it back

So I

Spent it, I’m just trying to make it back

I left 700 Days ago, I’m just trying to make it back

(Been gone so long I forgot your name)