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
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
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
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11
Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
I'm selling mine
Shots fired but expired by the 7th time
How the fuck you cool
You don't even know the rules
He just flew the coop and
Got chickens he
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
this nice shit
I meddle in murderous temptation
Roll up the windows and push down the pedal
Burn a cigarette in my wrist
That 7th Ward shit fuck a bitch,
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
chillin' in the villa really mindin' my business (skrrt skrrt)
But rewind it back to 7th grade when I got suspended
Puttin’ stitches in ya face if u talkin'
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
felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th
breakin'
Even in the 7th Ward with bag of dope, boy
Hope the smoke will clear out by the mornin'
Got me choking, boy
Whatchu hopin', boy? That we broken
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
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
gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis mess...
It's like god is akin' my blessings bad luck is all in my presents...
Fuck round n I gotta
been going down one way
Like driving on 7th ave
The fuck do you know about hustle, 'til your vision turn into tunnel
It's knowing the shit that you built
the 7th was a hoe
8 up in the face glock 9 we at the sto'
Niggas prayed to see me fall but I stood 10 toes
Bottle shaped baby I ain't cappin
Burn a whole
the 7th was a hoe
8 up in the face Glock 9 we at the sto’
Niggas prayed to see me fall
But I stood 10 toes
Bottle shaped baby I ain’t cappin
Burn a whole
Passed thru i ain't see no action
Juss drivin smokin and laughin
Pick who i want i could make her Happy
Like em boujie mixd wit the classy
7th grade i came
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
brighter than yo endin 7th day of the week,
Heard when there's, death across the land the Earth will go to the meek
You were fillin a space, now get
don't want to be forgotten
I don't want you to be
Another Lullaby
Yell it
Ah
Remember back
Remember back at night
Remember back in
It's July 7th
Almost
y'all diss
Y'all ain't on point I done seen y'all miss
8th 7th
Lenox 5th
Smokin on who y'all ain't finish yall clip
Stepped in this shit for a milli
gotta get paid
A nigga beem gettin' bread
Since the 7th grade
Hood hot as fuck like a microwave
All my niggas cutthroat like a razorblade
Heterosexual
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