Lyrics:
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I
getting drunk
Hard to chase that's what I want
You make the rules I understand
You do your thing by yourself
Don't really understand
Little do you know that
Boleyn, his second, but, then thought Seymour was the one
The Kings and Queens of England
Wed to benefit their land
Consorts valued, some were not
Lives
I don't need a trophy just to know I succeeded[00:12.74]Bitch, all I hear is expectations exceeded[00:15.23]I don't know my limits; L'Hôpital's rule
Rule number one never hate on the next man
Jealousy might shorten up your lifespan
If you got confidence then you shouldn't trip
About how the next
Don't teach in schools
And stand before the numbers on a stage
Don't, live by numbers
Don't, live by numbers
And don't let the numbers rule you
1 By
Six Shell Productions
H-H-H1K
I can't feel offended (No)
'Nuff time my flick shank's been mended
(Mended)
Man's been 1-7
Ask them about corn man's
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
than most
The rappers spitting today
I know four score and seven
Years was spit in 1863
By the leader of this great country
That's word to Abraham
it's four in the morning, suns set and seven minutes with you and it's heaven
Ain't an hour that rolls by, I love you 24/7, 365
Give you my name, if you
literally
The wind sweeps away these Autumn leaves
Ayo that's genius, how have I never thought of these?
Criticised by non-rappers who've never bought a beat
shall not be darkness, there shall be light"
And I said "Live in me not in light, but in the beginning"
Divine promises to rule over empires
Seven
effing have it
We don't engage in black magic
Their fiends saw the angels
Now they backtracking
Speaking parables in this ish
Rule number one
Never trust
street exit
I pull up my truck, I'm stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I
Go bump this
I got ladybugs everywhere
Spawning in my luggage
No coincidence
I see my car model everywhere
Lining intersections
Seven twenty seven
it's four in the morning, suns set and
Seven minutes with you and it's heaven
Ain't an hour that rolls by
I love you 24-7, 3-6-5
Give you my name, if you
heard some folks done slipped away these streets is greasy
Killed by opps or the cops or taken to the precinct
That get me hot, man on fire, man I feel
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
to deal with the headache
Another day you tell yourself I'm okay
It's your lucky day this is number seven
It's the end of the week welcome to heaven
It's
of all I ain't with the cuffing these girls gone pick and choose
And if I ever had yo girl just know she don't play by the rules
But never mind we gone get
on a respirator im that sick
Make it hard for niggas to breathe like asthmatics
I'm hungry 24/7 really im famished
Everything i see that i want i bet imma grab it
'd dig myself out of the place I'm in
If I had some more power I'd rule the world down with an iron fist
If I had a true lover I'd probably find some way
and one record in his second season
Ran away from boarding school in the summer season
Minor league baseball for some meager checks
A common practice so
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
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