Lyrics:
Mmm, tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
permanence keeps me from having a
Good day or bad day because I feel nothing
Except for the pressure to make it mean something
Does anyone else obsess over
A pleasure - cut short by the piercing, deathly, toxic
Foul cloud coming from the slaughterhouse off Denny's Lane
But then, just for a whiff of a second
gettin money gettin kash by the second
Had 30 i hit em wit 7 aye
Ill send a opp nigga to Heaven
I Just bought a glock with switch and suppression gang
Fuck
phil Yeah!
I owe my life to Allah it's really my second time getting saved (for real)
He got hit how I got hit but he in the grave (damn)
Can't show no
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
keeping me and my mind right
Gotta pause for a second, gotta act right
Having days, serving lanes, tryna get by
Tryna push through, tryna get by
But I’m
the better
Life For my reality I refuse to settle
Always have been a goal getter always will be
I Will never stop striving till my soul is free
From this land
was good for my soul
Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?
You work late nights just to keep on the lights
Mommy got me training
mama)
I was 3 years old when you and I move to the chi
Late december, harsh winter gave me a cold
You fix me up something that was good for my soul
greed, violence and crime the global trifecta
I seen too many souls disposed in my sector
By the same laws controlling prenatal trimesters
Hypocritical
Divided by the seven seas
Ain't exchanging pleasantries
MiddleChild Records
But I'm feeling like the only son
And incase you didn't know
This one's for my
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
Enveloping my soul until it's severing my goals
Seven seconds out from home, already sweating to my bones
Feathers hit my dome as I look up to the heavens
Enveloping my soul until it's severing my goals
Seven seconds out from home, already sweating to my bones
Feathers hit my dome as I look up to the heavens
Enveloping my soul until it's severing my goals
Seven seconds out from home, already sweating to my bones
Feathers hit my dome as I look up to the heavens
you placed in
Within the seven levels, each one is intensive,
It all depends on the deeds and intentions
For eternity, they gon' teach him a lesson
Not
Woah, This One Has Soul. Feel me?
Close your eyes.
Gotta keep it funky, gotta keep it funky,
Gotta keep it funky, like Brass Monkey.
Having fun,
the fame as a tool, to keep your minds full
Lke K-Dot's Swimming pool
Know yourself and know the universe as well
But stuck at the gate, fiend for the cake,
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