Lyrics:
a nigga on any day,
Turn his lil bars I to fish fillet,
I wanna speak on it but damn really shit crazy though,
Been bros since the 7th grade,
Who'd
hear me unleash the beast Like the 7th seal was broken
But can I piece together these words spoken
To help me reach my peak
Before I get to speak wise
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
If I died, I'm going straight to 7th heaven
Just hope I make it to my graduation
I'd have the angels in a choir singing like Mariah
And when it's
heaven sent
Have em singing like that blue bitch off 5th element
Evident Elegance Black Excellence
I
Prolly die reppin for my side
You should see they face
and love been having confrontations.
I'm just locked outside your heart like I'm a 7th grader,
praying for the cheat code to become the perfect combination.
shit compared to me
Bro, if anyone's better than Liquid Famous it's me fuck you
No-
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
On the night June 7th The Fools and I
shocked me
I'm dying, and my family hate seeing me not breathe
My eldest child is in 7th grade, too old to leave her and her brothers
But I don't remember
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
journey and
I just want to live my life enriched in gold
Stay blessed cuz I don't need it if it won't better my soul
In my 7th Day Adventist days
called him "Little" but he had that Malcolm X potential
Shabazzing on em like I took a Hajj to Mecca's temples
Stargating, Yamin be the 7th symbol
We
He was my dog, but switched up for some cat
Should have knew by that mayday
Baby life shit, we don't go on play dates
We just like to slide on a fuck
(?) with my killas these niggas gone hear us and fear us (they gon' feel us)
With 7th sign and mo! thug all my niggas get love then I gon' ride my nigga
turn
Red when I been with my friends
Blowing smoke
Send it to heaven, amen
Amen
I been, walking the block with a pen
Not rocking with my cock by
been 7th grade then
Way back in auntie's basement
Way back when I was anxious
Way back catching cases (Right)
Legal fees got me workin' hard
Tryna pay
A blinding flash lit the midnight sky
I spun myself around, shielding my eyes
Dashing through the heavens, dying in a 7th chord
Was a light I
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
for your heart
She goes for guys she should not have
I've been hit, yeah, she's got me bad
She pours out pure temptation
Nice and strong
She leaves for
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
to all by His knowledge, ready to answer
They said, O Sali, you have been amongst us as a figure of good hope, and we wished for you to be our chief
Till
of the righteous to be lost
They said, By Allah
Indeed Allah has preferred you above us, and we have certainly been sinners
He said, There is no blame on you this
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