Lyrics:
with your grace
I'm hoping that you feel the same
Tell me baby am I too late
Like the boat we made on the ocean out of papier-mâché
When we were in 7th
his shine)
(And he slangs his iron)
And that 7th ward, he a hard-head too
(That nigga a donkey man)
(I got tell ya, that St. Bernard loving that nigga)
thats when my crue and i were in jr. high
in 7th grade i hated skool (wish it had blown up) no doubt i couldnt wait to get out
(and be a grown up) but let
when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me
I lost my train of thought
Around the 6th or 7th shot
Then it was straight from the bottle she had tilted in her hand
Sterilizing my heart where my
everybody on a killbill
But I'm on a chill thrill
Music has confused me so many ways
Felt fucked up since 7th grade
I saw homies holding the daggers and blade
it's night
Time cause we inna world that's
Belligerent (Belligerent) after 7th grade
He ain't been the same ever since
(I ain't been the same)
Stand up
I think about it, it is like
On 7th cloud, it´s like a strike
So leave or stay here, I don´t care
ct least it stays totally fair
cnd by the way tell
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
(back in the day)
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade,
that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
(And be a grownup)
dinosaurs
Howling from the distant shores of 7th avenue
Sirens scream with all their might
Across the airwaves of the night
And beamed as if by
Red seats jus to match,
The scarf,
Ain’t really flattered,
Cause it’s cheddar that you after,
Same play book,
But I’m on the 7th chapter,
I ain’t tryna
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
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
feelings a habit
Gripping the foot of a rabbit
Tripping I'm full of the acid now
Back in 7th grade swore I would never pass the loud around
Now I regret
dimensions
4th and 7th Chakras lend the best connection
Third Eye Wide
Third Kind mind
High as birds in sky
A word to wise
Fly cursed In-disguise
My
catch me, AK
Bullets spray like jet skis, ha ha
Yeah, niggas bangin' Mini Mob and
Niggas bangin' 7th Street
Where we come from, we dumb dumb
We murder
hitting licks since I use to say presentate
Back in 7th grade, that was great, I was getting cake
With my slime like sito
Give her that wood, Home Depot
out it was too late
Word got around he out of town, moving weight
When he touched down, have a meet me on 7th
Shots rang off but all G's go to heaven
family
"Thanks"
Haven't touched alcohol can't drown
My sorrow in a drink
I can't keep the page blank
Lost 10 pounds since November 7th
Yeah that's my heart
you been good, play it down
I gotta do 'cause you look too good
Like ooh you gotta know how
You so effortlessly make
Me feel like I'm back in 7th
lets do this
For the Mo Thug, 7th Sign, Thugline
For the love of Eazy, it's Ruthless
And the truth is nigga, we run this thang
Nigga better duck
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