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stronger than lightening strike
If I ever rap battle you, it’s the last day
You could ever hold on to that fuckin' mic
Back to the 7th grade were I was

Venusian Goddess and
I am the 7th sign 
I'll show you what's yours and
Create what's mine 
They say I'm so guapa
They say I'm so pretty 
They say I'm so fly

cousin came home about 2 days later
September 25th to October 7th
Me and my co-defendant, saying we stealing cars and toting weapons
With no confessions,

footsteps
Imma only leave you trailin
I think they fucking jealous

I used to think in 7th grade my mind was blank
Off half a tank of tylenol and aspirin
Have

Had Free lunch in the 7th grade
A Free spirit, nigga never hate
God get me outta hell for Heaven sake
My deep lyrics who could relate
Trapped in

We all struggle in our own way
It’s true

Attacking rappers I’m coming back with another album
September 7th almost took me when I reached the bottom

7th that’s what this project drop for
Now I’m 23 I’m the king
Only me there’s not more in store for you to come forth
Cause me I only love an you you

kid named Paul down the street
7th grade and he wore a size 14
Beat me on my own court that was causing me grief
Plus I had no pump fake only pump that

00 for the 7th time
Got me moving like a agent
Yea
Tell me where ya boss
Never been a waiter but I got a lot of sauce tho
Got a hard shell cause she

shit I did in 7th grade

I've been holding on so long
I'm sorry if I lose my grip, lose my grip

I've been holding on so long
I'm sorry if I lose my

out life
Endless cycle I can tell
You gotta unwind a little,
So come sit with me

VERSE 1

On the balcony you decorated, after educating 7th graders
I

shit fly gone get shot down 

Real shit we been beating niggas since the 7th grade 
And while dese niggas wanted jays 
We was trynna get paid 

Focused

It feels like I've been burning down below
Struggle is real get high to avoid lows
Wanna belong better buy expensive clothes
7th grade I was bullied

What you want
What you really, really want
Alright, let me tell y'all something, man. I've been rapping since like 7th grade
What you want? what you

of Baseline and 7th Street
It felt like a breeze when she looked at me 
But it was summer in cZ like a hundred degrees 
regardless I knew she was the one for me

feelings aside
Cause y'all never be capable of defeatin' Unfadeable
Y'all need to
Step it up
Say what
Step it up

Boss dawg call me Mr. Grind
Ever since 7th

what it mean
7th grade seen a preacher turn a fiend
8th grade I had finally made the team

Lil niggas in the backyard, where the straps are: this is

a gold chain or ice on my wrist
Investing my money in stocks land and shit
On top of the world yeah feeling is hella crazy
On a run for my 7th they calling

sudden rumbling drums of my war
Can't you slow me down?
Can't you slow me down?
It comes the 7th floor, the war I lost
I remember how it felt on that shore

ever
You the biggest hater ever
I was born on 7 7 the
7th letter my favorite letter
Cuz I'm a G boy a real MC boy
The 4 5th pop get rocked like d-boy

bitch, I am Mexican
Grown-ass man, 5'2", I know he's Mexican
Pacquiao, lost to Mayweather because he's Mexican
I was in 7th grade, going to war with

dividends, I’m about to give it ya, no giving in, so much weight on these bars you can hear em bend// Eeeee
Thats me,- the 7th letter, GOV elevate and yall

Let us begin
7th grade, homeroom, 1st period
Surrounded by girls dealing with first periods
Book reports on the Odyssey and Iliad
Eating cold pizza in

kiss in the 7th grade
He Took my round back by the schoolyard
He tasted like chocolate and tuna
He spotted I was a late bloomer eeeey
I didn't know