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brain
Woah
Since i'm 11, man i been dying over heaven 
Wondering what it would be like just to fly there
Embodied by 7 the moment i became a freshman boy

needed me a break like God resting on the 7th day
Yeah
And they don't wanna see me elevate
Descended from the heavens and landed on 27th May
 
Yeah, hate

skirt and/ then began the twerking/ on top of my crotch/ now my cocky hurting.
Not a cocky person/ I’m more like the Rock/ just a stocky version,
Lets go

THE WINDOW

SOMETIMES I WONDER IF RAIN ARE NOT THE TEARS OF A SAD GOD
WHO WAS LEFT ALL ALONE BY A GODDESS LONG AGO 

I JUST NEED ONE MORE SONG TO SAY WHAT'S

The Heart Part 4

Kendrick Lamar

Heart, Pt. 4

2017

accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get ya'll shit together

Let's get it!

if they have to
Put you in the dirt people
That’s where I come from 
Nigga Hazelwood and Dexter 
Went to Brady, just a baby
Lowercase 7th letter foreal

I told yall before this the return of the gawd, 
God-body you are now entering the 
7th Ascension of heaven 
All praise to the most high
You Ready???

40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one

[Jay-Z]

Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six bodies dropped, and nobody went to heaven
Block stay hot when I'm creeping with the weapon
Gotta

(Yo
You free right now?
Look man, I'm
I'm— I'm tired man
I'm sick of this shit)

7th of January
Count it like actuaries
Finding a reason to live
We

to the 7th line like a week's timing
Gator boots on, never plan on walking
Gator boots on when we stomp them like Austin
Kill the beat revive it, like I'm with

if you ever and try and take mine
Separate time with a flow that's impossible
I don't just spit metaphors I spit em logical

You know my steeze so

Hard Times

Eightball & MJG

First Expedition

1999

to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece

heart grew even fonder
We was in the 7th grade now and by then was gonner
Lost in my own head I couldnt see no one beyond her
I was Day dreaming I could

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

to 3.5s i couldn't get fried so i started buying that dope by the 7th
He think he hot shit cuz he got a felon
Vari been solid aint doing confessions
Keep

It started 7th grade 
When i made MY first brand 
I came up with a plan and i went and found some friends 
I knew i would be great 
I just had to learn

wagon, call G30, he G macking, prolly up on 7th ave
And bussing, laughing, dutting ashes
All the opps we got is dead, we roll up gas and puff it pass it, I

of pizza fo me
(Damn)
Back at home
There ain't no peace it all
Somethings common
I guess that I'm the cause
Vicious cycles 
Every 7th day
God goes to sleep

been ballin out since I turn 11
17 shots send this bitch straight to heaven
I play Micheal Jordan yu more like a Kevin 
cin't the first of the month cuz

more, getting lit, chillin', 
cnd stretching out like the 7th inning, wassup...

Learning to take life more for what it is
People expecting more than what

me be

Well I went down to 7th and Oak, to Tommy's old liquor store
Got the whiskey down on that bottom shelf, drank it down bought me one more
Then I

got no baby ways
I got bae ways
Bae cation in my bae haven
Making babies like 7th heaven
Every call like on a plane from 9/11
I ain't switching up I

the word gay
Rumors grow like tumors, my ass increased & so did they
I still remember 7th grade when my metabolism caved
My family members like you gettin