Lyrics:
It's your lucky day this is number seven
It's the end of the week welcome to heaven
It's your lucky day taking what we're getting oh
Friday is six
of empty spots at the table where we sittin'
I know other niggas hungry tryna find where the lick is
I refuse to be a victim think it's time to get a pistol
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class
of raw duck
What the fuck? This is strange, but I thought it would be stranger
In moments few, you'll see the zenith of danger
Wait for the moon
closed
I keep gettin' hotter but all I seem to feel is cold
Twenty-two don't feel so old, but I think I'm eighty-two
You mean to tell me god took seven
shit
I Try feed niggas
By giving motion
Seven the movement
I know that we chosen
Pops Always speaking the facts
Said that I'm chosen
Stop all that
son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo!
Second time! Taste that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?)
Is this your shit, no? Is it?
cake?
My house is full of sevens
We want cake, where's our cake?
Lots and lots of sevens
We want cake, where's our cake?
Many more are stopping by
my very soul is at stake
Anywhere I go, danger's my home (oh-oh)
Everywhere I am, the monsters roam (oh-oh)
A lethal playground, where shadows loom
Kane is in the building nigga
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Where my old lady at
Where my old, where
She is gone, she is
(Crowd cheering)
[Mr. Majesty]
This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime (Laughs)
(Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
stand in line in the cue is never where I base (cubase)
School is never old how do y’all remain old school ?
When radios give me Air time I still take
safe from all harm and danger
A better man is what I'm tryna be
So I praise Him, praise Him, praise Him
I just lift my hands and clap 'em, clap 'em
Yeh, Forty
Where I'm from, we grippin' bangers
In these last days, they tryna shut us down
So I'm loading choppas up with them bald heads like Sticky
Shut the fuck up dude, huh
If you wanna do something pull the fuck up dude, huh
Shut the fuck up dude, huh
Doot-da-doot doo-doo, huh
Is in danger
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
his hoe
Her other one got caught by 12 with his pole
Valentines supposed to be love and she spending it alone
What happened to the love where did it go
you and me
Seven minutes in heaven
And, thats all I need to set you free
Something bout you in those heels
Make me question what is real
The finest
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
where Yeshua laid his head
The Saviour was surrounded by sour smells
God from heaven descended into our hell
Not all heroes wear capes
Some of them become
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
Will you be my victim
Show me where to stick em
Take a second of me (a second to see)
3D
In my day-care
On my sofa
One spliff makes daddy go
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