Yeah 700 Plus days I ain't clocked in 700 Plus days straight locked in 700's For my kid she the flyest on the playground Pray to god all the realest ones stay around On God really blessed that I woke up Because my brother just died to the gun sounds Thinking about it still get a nigga choked up Yeah Running Full speed In the tunnel I don't see the light yet But ima find it 10,000 Blunts that I crushed in the ash tray Nowadays can't find me without it Running full sprint down a pathway The wrong one For a long time Made songs life changed in a cascade Look at all the motherfuckers that was doubting At the wrong time Through the bad days Look at Vice now 20 twin thousand In the fast lane Full Speed In the tunnel I don't see the light yet But Ima find it This is a certified Vice classic You are now tuned into