Lyrics:
the days
We didn't dwell on our fait
Blowing wit T60t and Crazo on 7th
On Mook and paCman on 8th
Watching For The Enemies
While we Still up On The Creep
broke 'cause the money ain't free
I just want hydraulics on a chrome '63
And pimp a couple hoes on 7th and Cherry
Tell them bitches "Have my money"
living it
I mix the lean in the lemonade
Been seen that work since like 7th grade
New bitch is poppin' she heavenly
Matter fact, that bitch from, hell nah
Whiteness Gang, we keep on yelling
Let them know it's not okay to be telling
How you making money, copping a 7th
Good Gas, u know that's what we selling
Don't
that thang
That blow your brain
But that feeling that I got
When we met in 7th grade
Cuz nobodies perfect
But your perfect for me
It seems
Nobody's
acclaim
That's that thang
That blow your brain
But that feeling that I got
When we met in 7th grade
Cuz nobodies perfect
But your perfect for me
It seems
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
b
E baby debbie tell me did
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
Yeah I made a choice to make it
The only voice I conversate with is my Lord and Savior
I been praying for this day by day and I'll take all His
you
The stumbling narrow-minded becomes you
The overwhelming power - it eats you from the inside
still you have got to rise again
7th Movement:
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
It was the 7th sign regime
Wid the nines and beams the philly and green
Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me
Ya couldn't go wrong wid we
Eyes
just in the 7th grade
I'm mixin' codeine pills and molly in a lemonade
I feel like briscuit so damn high, might just die any day
For all you junkies
acting hard you'll get put in your place
Papillon pussies don't have what it takes
Fuck population I got all my people
Look up to the Villans I guess that
I'm droppin
Down no rookie
This my 7th blunt today bitch
And I'm never gonna fade bitch
I'm the king it's no debate bitch
Getting high to sleep in Vegas
February break up with her around February 7th
Your love life will be in shambles but your pockets will be in heaven
If it's Christmas time breakup with her
couch with some wine
As I explain to y'all what happened in 2009
Now it started like any day, Thursday September 24th
I'm 19 with dreads at the shoulder
now I use this pen to calculate my next decision
He rap like he possessed so we might need a exorcism
I do this for the 7th
But my actions back in 2 11
now I use this pen to calculate my next decision
He rap like he possessed so we might need a exorcism
I do this for the 7th
But my actions back in 2 11
Free the real that's locked behind the gates
'Member when I used to flip a 8th
Make the 7th money by the 8th
All this ice and I don't even skate
Big
they've turned to stone
But I emplore you to see through the lie, you won't be alone
This didn't start on october 7th as they say
Israel crimes were there
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six bodies dropped, and nobody went to heaven
Block stay hot when I'm creeping with the weapon
Gotta
the pop loc, you bought me soda pop
My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north
We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court
Just like the homie
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