Lyrics:
cities but I'mma S.A. fool
7th Graders shouldn't bring the scraps to school
So when you say you only listen to the real M.C.'s
Let me spell it out for
heavens
I kill it every (Mm) session
Comme des garçon on my wedding date, ayye
You ain't pulled a girl since like the 7th grade
Lift your face up, I'm laced
with a Smith and a Wesson
Shedding blood for my niggas in heaven
Selling drugs from the 6th to the 7th
In the club with a six shot 38
Level up to a 357
gon' die three times
And the four takes life
Five of you try to jump me
And six Angels come
To take you away to 7th Heaven
When that alcohol hit, I'm
watch you burning
like my bad dreams
give you to da beast in the pit of hades
thunder rolls
stormy black clouds
I stole the 7th seal
then the angel
you
Heavens
Did it hurt when you fell?
Did it hurt
Some take me too seriously
Some take me too seriously
Her love is like a 7th dimensional frequency
P.S. 92, 7th and 8th
Asked you for dough and you said "no" dead in my face
But now that I'm on, it's like I owe everybody somethin'
All my
Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night!
Get up
way more attention than your pocket
Ashlee was her first name
First kiss at a bulls game
Field trip I think 7th grade
Hormones made me a slave
Fast
the pop loc, you bought me soda pop
My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north
We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court
Just like the homie
a fight
Be A little less heaven tonight
Who knew the sacred, aint always for heaven's sake
No 7th day rest when your always keeping me awake
Only church we
squad knows I bleed blue
I'm from the 7th
I can show you how my dargs move
Stand your ground like there's
Nowhere to run to
Sip double cups, my bitches
Dependin' on how you keep your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and nothin' but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My classmates sellin' yay
from Cali, you get it I mail 'em
38 baby I post on the 7th
Hop out the car wit' that Mac-11
Runnin' wit' killers, we all be steppin'
Pull up and spray
second
Swear that I'm gone quit and leave like every second
But, rents due and if i pay past the 7th
They gon chew me up and spit me out like devils up in
in the 7th house the 11th hour
To connect what God allowed us your flowers blossom
From birds and bees collided the world is ours
And hold you closely
Bobby was a beautiful girl from a small town in a great big world.
Her daddy owned the corner store off of 7th Avenue.
Danny-Jo just turned
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
In 7th grade, we promised that we'd never break each other's heart
Fought with the pressure of deep depression while naked makin' confessions
me tap it
217 To the 511
Send my ass to heaven
Back with the reverend
We ain't talk-in 7th heaven
Really flowin' really goin' got you groovin'
Uh
on the 7th
So our very first day as humanity was us resting with our Father of Heaven
What a blessing
The world says to do your best even if it cause you
Or
They up inside a prison
Been thankful god for blessing my soul
By why a nigga still living
Tonio died we was in 7th grade
I still got niggas ain't
You came in like the 7th son
Flaming like a comet
Said your daddy was a pistol
Your mother was a nun
I should have known by the guns you were
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
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