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I'm a Prime victim every 7-D-S
Momma keep telling me I need to destress
Why my wrists look like a lil whores' dress
Exterminate myself gotta rid my

floatin'
Gimme, gimme, gimme one year, I'ma own it
I got cheese, I got bread
I got everything between
I'll take a vegan bitch and
I give her protein
Pass it

Bitch, it's G Herbo
Yeah, I know you know me
I be gettin' dough
I been tourin', remember I was poor 
That had to be at least 'bout seven years ago

the streets
We all got anger issues, trying to make a bitch bleed
Half a year later, nigga summer sixteen
Niggas wake up eight a.m. and we hit the beach

We

yeah bitch I goes hard
The bigger the Eagle the higher they soar
So I mimic my heroes by flying of course
Yes, Lions Den in my blood
Since the Legion

Oh my God
Youngest in the club with seven bottles
Sipping on oh my God I cannot walk
Boy talk is cheap that’s why you talk too much

Holy shit think

Yeah, yeah

Pella daGoat bitch
And y'all know I stay with that crackee G7 but, you know
Look, look

Boy, these lame ass hoes ain't built like me
Won't

insane[00:42.60]I shock the system[00:43.64]Years go by we in the year[00:45.08]Twenty seven seven[00:45.93]Fuck a upgrade wont change[00:47.28]Thats a moral

I'm rockin' carats
You can throw it in the bag, bitch I think I'm Fabolous
All this shit came off of gas, never seen advance check
I just sent like

Tha Streets

Bizzy Bone

Alpha and Omega

2004

the dirty Seven in this motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug millennium,

the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem

a fuckin' sandwich

Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force

Donald Trump Impression

Cocaine Blues

Johnny Cash

At Folsom Prison and San Quentin

1976

the court room my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.

a breath
Make a rhyme, Take a rest
Wait in line, raise the bets
Is she mine, I digress
Seven dimes, take ya pick
Fading times, recollect
On my own, by myself

argue at 7:30

Been 5 year , Bitch
Still getting nervous
Still getting nervous
GG the gang yea they know we exclusive

Niggas got guns
But they  ain't no

Clique

Rick Ross

Black Bar-Mitzvah

2013

Gras
Bitches been going wild hit the sound cliche
Give me two bitches we could do this three ways
Four missed calls on my iPhone five
Bitch six feet

gray-haired
Kickin' this in my jordan six grey hares
7G, we done had us a great year
And it still fuck 12, R-I-P Wimbo
I call the chopper Lil' John, get low

Let me go ahead and count up the presidents
Bitch I'm a nerdy ass gangster like Slick
Gripping the beam on the side of my hip
My money too heavy I walk

Dead Pumpkins

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol.1 & 2

1998

toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years

ash quickly
Bitch I'm
Geek geek geeked on an opp block 7.62 connect to you just like a hot spot bitch
Geek geek geeked on an opp block
Shooting at his

kickin' gangsta shit
For 7 years straight
And best believe makin' the end, ugh
Puttin' in work for my niggas in the pen
Cause see
Once upon a time I had

on my hands while I'm young
I went from seven, I was stealing gum
Seven years later I'm programming drums
And my shit started hella wack
Five years I've

A fuckin' villain
Aspirations for seven digit's bitch a million
(yuh) i got loud she got the dutches
So Imma fill 'em (smoke)
Feel like I fadeaway in

propelling myself to the heavens
Never chase a bitch if she just a seven

What I do, get pesos
Just want head, no besos
All I need, this paper
If it ain’t