Lyrics:
open 24/7, bitch we don't close
Graveyard
No gloves on, my hands was so cold
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe's in a black whip
Black tape,
you, no
Crush you, no
Because your light shone brighter
One seed of a second's disdain
Grows to a family tree
Petrified by the loss and the pain
hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two
Opposite sexes
One black, one Malaysian
don't know what to say
(chorus)
24/7
It's 24/7 at the 7-11
It's black Tuesday for a day, then a year, then a decade
We're bringin 9/11 to those that
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
by coin you lost my love
Risking everything we could've had
Payday's here, no turning back
Cause you bet everything on red
But your soul is black
realest in the jungle
Heroin by the bundles huh!
Seven summers no fumbles yeah
We them niggas
That make them wonder what
Getting money spending money
July twenty-second two thousand and nothing
The aliens crashed through the atmosphere
Parked on the roof of a church full of bigots
Crashed through
the rings on
Da da da da daaaah
cn I can see it clearly
Game 7 series ya'll got to feel me
Cool under pressure I'm bout to do em filthy
Seconds on da clock
it was heaven
I been counting 7 minutes when I struggle for a second
I been countin up the clock like i was paid to tell the time
I been dreamin o'
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
[Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)
[Killah Priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood
green, black, and red
They'll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed
No doubt, yo the game went they own route
I can't explain what these lame
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
to tell you heavens ain't real
You're a big kid, get your ego off the rails
Angels manipulated by seven second reels
This ain't the wrong side of heaven its
peace from the earth
This is the second seal that's been released
And this is worst than the first
Wait! Here comes a black horse
And this man has scales
What Happened what happened to the time it felt like only seconds
Back in 1999 i was only seven we was playing with no lines tackle two hand legends
a midget. They aint asking for your digits when you under seven figures. I know that I'm the realest and it's hard for you to feel this. But I'm black so I
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
second set
Gold by the pound load it up to my private jet
Lookin in the mirror, Gah damn, ya boi heaven sent
Money getting longer taping in to my
7 More Minutes
Written By: Cordero D. Hale, Daniel Crawford
(damn, that hurt)
Verse 1
I resent Wednesday morning. I just need one more moment. I
Pulled up in a black vert
Pulled up in a black vert
Red guts who got murk'd?
Hopped out wit no shirt
Smellin like OG purp
Lil mama chasin me had
with my third eye
Creating black holes using Flex Theory
Time dilates a light-second
You can call me Glitch
I'm dead on
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