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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

flower planted under the sunlight called the 7th wonder
That's not just a buzzer
Guaranteed you'll want another as your mind starts to buffer
So let's get

gas station carts off the BP on 7th Street
Now I'm chiefing pressure on the regular, like I'm running the trap
Got so much on my mind like Abe Lincoln

Of a childhood she never got live
By the age of 30 she was on her 7th kid (that' me)
And I know she couldn't stand me
I was fighting for her love
But she was

ever
You the biggest hater ever
I was born on 7 7 the
7th letter my favorite letter
Cuz I'm a G boy a real MC boy
The 4 5th pop get rocked like d-boy

Cause you hatin
Naw
We aint the wrong ones
We aint the wrong ones
We be the grown ones
I had this same dream back in 7th grade
Knew I would be getting 7

through all right
Only one C on my report card. I was doin' all right
I was just doin' all fine in 7th and 8th grade
Ain't had a screwed-up mind

called him "Little" but he had that Malcolm X potential
Shabazzing on em like I took a Hajj to Mecca's temples
Stargating, Yamin be the 7th symbol

We

There's so many places to see, best believe imma travel the world
I used to be broke as could be when I lived on 7th Ave and Earl
The ones that are

weight
Put me in the ring, even Ivie know I'm heavy, wait
God told ya'll he was chilling on the 7th day
Really he was busy bumping everything from Heather

the 8th grade
They were round and blue standin' in the shade
7th summer yeah we had it made
At the complex
Drinking Gatorade
Felt like 37 hours in the day

gained for a bitch

7th grade said "I'ma do this for my youngest child"

God must knew I'd be a producer how this panning out

I'm entertained thinking wow

Can't leave her alone
Mmm
I can't leave her alone
I cant
Can't leave her alone
Seen her in 7th grade I ain't know her name
Airforces on hot Cheetos she

you in my dreams, helped me face my nightmares 
But when I wake up, I want you right there 
Love me if I'm crazy and I lose my mind 
For the 7th time,

I still remember the feeling of jacobs fist against hit My head In 7th grade and got no interest in repayin

Told my mothers boyfriend he had

my 7th grade ex
I'm just a boy from Miami to Tally, don't know any money, don't even know how I should flex
Don't even know if I should
Wish I could

my 7th grade ex
I'm just a boy from Miami to Tally
Don't know any money, don't even know how I should flex
Don't even know if I should
Wish I could

the 7th I pour them by the liter and I ant worried about it Cuz yo bitch my cheerleader
I pull up in that thang she be sucking on the thing and I a worried

And if I never built the courage to drop the bit
All my intentions would be viewed as a scripted skit
And although the 7th Grade Knowlege is screaming darn

You see there's footprints on the moon so fuck the "Sky is the limit" (Yeah)
Since the 7th grade I knew all I wanted to do was this
Intercontinental

of stimulation
Stimulated by amphetamines, ah
But I'm not though, am I
Head functioning in 7th gear, without gear
Never need a chemical stimulant over here
I've

I remember a math teacher I had in 7th grade,

he talked down to me about every single day.

And to make the matters worse, the bastard failed me too

Work ethic trash, they a waste 
Set the tone September 7th yea Issa Holliday

Get out my face 
We the movers here put you in yo place
No pull out no

Exhumed as Johnie
The 7th Ray
(Ayee)

All the shade, shade
Always thrown my way
But I guess I gotta flex
On these fucking sweet flakes
All the paid, paid