Lyrics:
I'm gonna film you a 7 second Joker video
Alright
Bitch, I blow up shit like the fucking Joker
Can't stop fucking coughing, I'm a chronic smoker
Bitch
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
Got it on smash
Really abundant doing lines in the suburbs
With 7 Hundrd, I fuck until my nuts hurt
Checking a reverb if Levi wants it
Baby don’t
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
don't cry
I feel alright
A puff of smoke as I walk by
I breathe you in and I feel high
I see your face and I don't cry
Your second hand smoke gets in my
Make every second last
This is our final countdown 'til we die
Post Apocalypse, party till you're dead
Time was up when they flipped the switch
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
and zest
I hardly have a second I
Can truly call my own
It seems that every thirty minutes
Another hour has flown
The older you become the more
You
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done
We picked up the trail at the seven crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We
They only love you when you're dead
They're gonna hate when you're alive
Second time around they say that legends never die
I just said a prayer
slipping in the bloody mud
Shorty made it first by a second
The ball bobbled up and just hovered there
His man went to spoil; Shorty shanked
A soccer from
it’s a one eight seven
By a three-fifty seven
While Jesus telling me beware of the leavened
I’m spilt in the middle like malcolm
I’m drowning
It’s only
the god of hell
When I get out of this port-o-potty
In exactly 32 seconds
32
31
30, 29, 28, 27, 26
(Twenty Seven)
25, 24
(Twenty Four)
23, 22, 21
(Twenty)
One day I had a headache so I went to the 7-11
I thought I'd make it go away by downing a bottle of aspirin
But the employee came up to me he said I
the force vibrate and move something
Seven billion beings
Blow by like a breeze
Through the trees
Only to shake the leaves
Then leave
And while I take a few
I ain't new to all the hate
I ain't duped by all the fakes
I know I gotta trust the grind
Yeah, yeah
19 with a purpose
I can't let nobody tell me I
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
time now right here off my wrist
Nine times related by an eighth of the cost
Seven years we waited
Not a second was lost too soon
Misfortune faded by
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