Lyrics:
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
second
Swear that I'm gone quit and leave like every second
But, rents due and if i pay past the 7th
They gon chew me up and spit me out like devils up in
expiration
Your love my resurrection to my respiration
In light your soul and your presence is my air
To breathe
A blessing is what Heaven sent me in
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
Or
They up inside a prison
Been thankful god for blessing my soul
By why a nigga still living
Tonio died we was in 7th grade
I still got niggas ain't
a close call with a grenade
I think we both must have been about 7th grade
But don't panic we both survived without damage
But we developed a bond like we
In 7th grade, we promised that we'd never break each other's heart
Fought with the pressure of deep depression while naked makin' confessions
the end begin
Nobody knows, bitches don't suppose
And it might be 1999, then it might be 2004
Baby, let's roll for the 7th Sing, seven, seven
Man, they
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
on the 7th
So our very first day as humanity was us resting with our Father of Heaven
What a blessing
The world says to do your best even if it cause you
Too far for herb I’ll deliver
Guyanese gold straight dancing on a Nigga
Like it’s glitter
Lit
This time I remember
Tryna get Live like a 7th grade
Kingdom keys RPGs
We unlock it
Nuclear warheads
Prophetic rockets
Wars on wars
The mist of heaven from the1st to da 7th
Three and a half days in
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
You came in like the 7th son
Flaming like a comet
Said your daddy was a pistol
Your mother was a nun
I should have known by the guns you were
was in my front yard
Playin ball every day after school in 7th grade
Too be honest I would pay my life to see my sister one more day
But fuck it ima
I'm not cool, fucked up on my school days
I skipped class
Drop-out since the 7th grade
Those fools, looking at me sideways
No clue, I could get
all the
Effort inside there
The scent, it is sublime grade
Senses working at vine
Racing through our brain
7th heaven has no number attached to it
crazy
Heaven forbid I end up back in Edmonton
I just made it out of 7th and Jefferson
You probably don't know what that
Is when I mention it
That's in
know that I’m taxing (P36)
I’m with the shits it don’t matter what happen
Reup the 5th and I’m back on the 7th (Nigga what happened)
Reload the clip then
was you when moms got shot (Where)
And they say she wouldn't walk
7th Grade
Bought my jays (Jays)
Bought my uniforms and all (All that)
Auntie Toya
demons, 7th day I rest
Boy I'm right there at yo door with it like I'm ups
And my fiancée is a virgin, okay that's a flex
I was in the world but had enough
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
higher, higher, higher
I got shit that's on my plate and no cap it got me wired
But on everything I love, this that shit that I desire
This the 7th
my mother raise me
Come from the heart of the city
The 7th ward
Yougins walking wit choppas
I swear they never bored
Reaper waiting around the corner
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