Lyrics:
Seven by seven they head for heaven
Eight by eight their got to the gate
Nine by nine they drank the wine
Ten by ten they drank it again.
How many
check it
a hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
there's nothing i would love
of stuff
And now it's time to think about
Me, me yeah
And you can easily gamble your life away
Second after second
And day by day
You play the game
Listen, let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
You know lot of things in life
Which the people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
second by your side
Every single second by your side
Every single second by your side
And in reality I do not mind
Every single second by your side
Every
ain't hotter than the sun out in barstow
Seven six O is my post west coasting head to the beach stay wavy by the ocean
Head on a swivel cause times ain't
this mirror war got Sunday feels
Hey brother reverend check the reference
That way you know Saturdays the 7th
& on Sunday you take all your own one ways
insight
Blocked by illusions
Greatest illusion is separation
Things we think are separate are actually one and the same
Heaven Number Seven
Seated in
with me.
And even on your block smoke them like a fucked up bell,
Can't be caught by no Po-Po's can't be put in no slammer.
I don't be fucking with
was made in seven days then let me tell you who's to blame
For this fatherless son in a fatherless world
And war
And death
And cancer
And hate
And crime
One Two Niggas in the whip
Watch me pop up
Three four Shots out this Glock
It's a gun war
Five six
7 bad bitches hit me up nigga
Eight Nine
Copping nothing but tech's and mac's
Shoot You in yo head n**** watch it exit out ya back
If You got guns
We pull tech's
Shoot first leave yo brains
old war profiteer
Don't wanna make Thanksgiving
Awkward this year
Listen Toblerone, don't you overload
You wanna keep your head when
You step in
built different, I was never breastfed
When I was two years old
I was dropped on my head
In school like Dej Loaf, they'd try me
But just like the second
scared
A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head
He just laid there in silence
And all I heard was the siren
Paramedics pulled up
Followed by
seconds, minutes, hours
14. Pray in the coming days that I never cower
15. cnd I pray the same for you, strengthened by his power
(Hook)
Pray for me, Pray
To the smoothness
Wolfpack warlords
Chop you up ruthless
Living in pain
And die with no future
Beast mode engaged
Blood thirsty
Been in bigger games
Than big James
feel more broken than black
More sunken in sadness, anchored in anger
I harness this hardened heart and hardship surrounded by darkness
Despite the white
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
and jewelry
I don't like where I'm headin' like I'm leadin' to my eulogy (Nah)
But my watch is still tickin', 7 seconds 'til a newer me
All my life searchin'
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
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