Lyrics:
a lot
Nothing can faze me
God is great, everyday is getting better
Rocking my sweater, I'm G like the 7th letter
We conquered, we came
We just surviving
or hear from you again
Three decades spent with somebody feels like such a short amount of time looking back on it now
May 7th was the day I realized I had
Exhumed as Johnie
The 7th Ray
(Ayee)
All the shade, shade
Always thrown my way
But I guess I gotta flex
On these fucking sweet flakes
All the paid, paid
Same damn time
I would try and write rhymes
It would get me by
Had a lot on my chest
My mom got mental issues
My father?
Stuck in hospital bed
And we
never got to make
Happy birthday
These moments in time are in my head
In 7th grade
Right when you said,
"I promise that I'll stick by your side"
Know you
Get down
Need to feel that
Back up
Turn up
Get down
Lemme feel that
S'il vous plaît
I just wanna play
It was 7th grade I didn't get no play uh
That was
switched off like I contrasted my ego
The mirror effect
Look for me when murals reflect
The sundown
Liston in the 7th round
Still pulled the Casius out
and Platinum Bank cleaning residue
Meetings at HCC’s parking lot campus view (campus view)
Number of completion karma paying dues
7th highest celestial
break
Let me realize how much was fake
7th October
I can't get over
Forgetting a date stuck in my mind
The folded up letters
Please I can get better
Just
My mind stuck in a loop
Replaying the 7th night of August
I had no clue it was full of false promise
Melancholy days bled into nights full of outrage
September 7th at 7am
A girl was born, a boy made a man
August 9th, 20 - 10
I fell a distance, and nearly lost my hand
The third of March, when dark
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
sail, as the hours roll by
In my twentieth-century automobile
And a hotel employee
Will sweep up the orange remnants
Leaving no trace of this moment
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
sold
(Never went gold), but fuck it I'm still dope (broke)
Don't pretend to be no millionaire
I'm makin' dust somewhere, in the 7th coll
minds
When the phoenix is going to rise
And the sunlight shines again
This was in 639
December the 7th
The end for the "kingdom of a thousand
I watch Jay Leno (he's funny) 7th Heaven too
And I ask myself sometimes "what would Jesus do?"
(Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot
(?) 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
shame
A fire there in your eyes the eternal flame
All I want is to be in the 7th heaven
All I want is to be with you
All I want is to fly with
Knows that stayed in garages
9 da 5 taken out garbage
Caged looking for away out
Tells me baby we blessed now
Don't stress out
7th verse
No
was a pick me
Till I realized she just match my fly brown sugar Sidney
Fogging the windows in car washes by 7 eleven
Elevate her drop her on top to 7th
7th grade
Made 100 thousand off of crypto next is real estate
I didn't plan to peak financially from music anyway
Bitchin all that bitchin got you
without it simulate
Saw my name in lights inside a dream and copping real estate
Had to be a vision when I saw that shit in 7th grade
Ever since that day
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