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7 Pounds
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
7 Pounds was released on November 26, 2025 by Broken Dreamers as a part of the album We Workin' On It, Vol. 2 (Streets Is Watchin') - EP
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Release DateNovember 26, 2025
LabelBroken Dreamers
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sean D'lo
Sean D'lo
Rap
Braysean Dillard
Braysean Dillard
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Braysean Dillard
Braysean Dillard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean D'lo
Sean D'lo
Producer

Lyrics

I got the call about a couple pounds
That shit sound crazy
But that's money I can't live without
All the bitches I done dreamed about
The cars and clothes that we fiend about
This here's a chance to plan ahead
I gotta see this out
All I could say was bet
Picked a location
And make sure I had his time in check
Wanna operate with respect
That's how you make yo bed
Hop in the whip
I keep the stick
In case of danger
My mama calling
Fuck it
Ma I'ma call you later
Handling business now
I'm tryna get this paper
Ain't got time for a lecture
'Bout my choices
I'm avoiding any simple ass mistakes
That's gon' make me any late
Playing careful at these lights
This finna be a good day
I arrive in plenty time
All that's left is to wait
Couple minutes passed
They pull up in a black Escalade
A couple that I know
And three others I ain't
I look them in the eye
And dap 'em
We good my mane
I can't call it
You got the money
Shit you got them thangs
Walk with me to the trunk
You know I had to show you love
But I gotta ask my ****
Why you cop so many drugs
Usually you don't be moving like that
You don't grab this much
He shook his head
**** I'm tryna get like you
Tryna get up
Boy you talking shit
But if you ask
You know I got yo ass
I pop the trunk
And then I'm feeling something
Poking in my back
Turn around and his mans
Holding the Glock wearing a mask
Oh it's like that
Let's make it easy
I know I'm doing you greasy
But you know I need this shit
Let's make this quick and we can leave him
Switch my focus back to bro
Gun to my head ready to squeeze it
Until you looking in they eyes
Boy you ain't never known a demon
He start tweaking
Boy keep looking crazy
I'ma leave you leaking
Other **** get to patting me down
Grabbing and reaching
Now I'm heated
I punched bro
Jump straight out the way
He say okay
This mother fucker really wanna die today
Grab a blick from off the ground
But he already got his aim
He took his shot
Knew I was bleeding
Before I even heard the bang
I try to move
My arms is working
Some reason my legs ain't
Now I'm scared as hell
All I can do is hyper ventilate
I tried to crawl away he stop me
Turned me over
Gun to my face
You stupid mother fucker
It ain't have to be this way
You made a stupid ass decision
And in that you sealed your fate
Put the gun to chest
And all heard was bang
Dang
Now I'm bleeding out
This is what I had bad dreams about
All the bitches I done dreamed about
The cars and clothes that we fiend about
It seems meaningless now
But fuck I gotta call my mama now
Ma
Ma these **** shot me ma
I'm bleeding ma, I'm scared ma
Ma, I don't wanna go ma,
Mom, help ma
Written by: Braysean Dillard
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