Lyrics:
the Fat Mac here
I'm here to let you know
That these bitches, mean these bustas no good
You see what I'm sayin?
Now first of all, class
Are there any
take o
I remember mama tell me say, if I leave you, I would never find no one like you
I think about you every day every second
The way you move
let them leave
Those seven class days Man, I can't think straight for
Seven class days, we got places to be
I know you wanna make saints, but that ain't
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
Day
Ten, let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
I admit I done made some mistakes
And I have some imperfect ways (I have some imperfect ways)
I admit I helped so many people (I helped so many)
tired by then, so I take a nap
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock is ticking
OK, now it's 7 a.m
I get my clothes
I get in the car
My mom's sweet enough
Day
Ten, let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
clarification?
Class: No.
Teacher: Values clarification is where your little minds decide which lives are worth living and which lives are worth...ahem... not
to stay
Whether latent or apparent they'll be
With me either way
Cause I'm a seven dimensional person
Not a stereotype
I got no highlights to punch out
can't get any ready
and the bus was coming second for second 'fore me.
Destination.
Driver opens front door for me,
No 'thank you' this time I'm sorry.
you? I?m a ga--uh--guide your error. May this shnook be with in you.(?) Let Christ be above you. And they unbleed(??) of the seven rooms light your way
makeup ain't gonna cover that eye that's seven-eighths of the way shut
Peppersprayed with your face cut
Made my bank like a lay up
Off these effing
Show the world you're no clown
Everybody wise up!
Say you got an "I","T"
Followed by apostrophe, "s"
Now what does that mean?
You would not use "it's"
real with you
Beyoncé, I was hurt i went down seven
Years, on behalf of yo Ayy nigga
Don't throw no shit when I'm talking
I am putting my career, my
done demonstrated with this pen and paper
Only seven haters on the gram
That's cause there's maybe seven that'll listen
For a couple seconds 'for they
(1 Of 1
Can't die no fucking clone)
They try to copy me
But we ain the same
Yea we all bleed
A different breed dis way
And when it come to Eddie
voluptuous way
A7sus4 A7 A7sus4 A7
She puts one in her mouth and looks you in the eyes
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
with my brothers no grass
Seven dreams we was sleeping through class
No appeal not a problem
On the wheel I'm a problem
If you real then you got on no
the coolest in his class
Had too much confidence he made the girls laugh
This was around the time when niggas didn't rap
It was probably grade 6 way back
Way
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