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for the second we clock
You in the curfew
Call it a rorsarch blob test, but na
Like a 7th generation jet
I put time in my craft
Approaching the aisle

need much 
Soft to the touch, somewhat aggressive 
Someone to let her know what it is 
No second guessing 
A nigga that’s obsessed with her
Never come

the time he facin' (Damn, lil' homie)
All that over a seven-second conversation
Tijuana plug want the dough
Without no complications
If a dollar missin'
He

send your postcode there's shit to address 
We weren't on talking terms 
7 figures when we're talking terms my niggaz mind my business so we're all

the scene
Every time I gotta wreck it
Ima get gold one day on a record
I got told that I got one second
Cones get punched like a game that’s tekken
Aye
Cunts

to life with my vision board
Background drowning out from sirens and white noise
Rhythm fairly faded
Still I caught it and kept my poise
It's not to be

[Cut in Voice]
People always asking me, man how do you make a hit record, well here's what I do

[Abdominal]
Pulling the king and the seven

The Long Way Home

Derrick Morgan

The Long Way Home

2015

life
I don't know, on my life

Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap

done but we rolling it out in 2024
My first album made by brothers I met in year 7
What the fuck man
How is this all not already written
It's 6:19 right

like that
Explore the Seven Seas, make me wanna Sinbad
A youngin' gotta fight back
Her friend walk by and said I'm staring too long, whoops my bad
I'm

per second makes a huge difference. compared it to a humming fridge 
7. elephants trunk, first roar, second roar sounded a lot closer, there was a huge

as I almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
I didn't know the number still answered the call by choice
Quickly remembered once I heard that voice

Separated by at least seven different time zones
You adapt to when I end my shift and I'm home
Right there waiting for me, oceans apart
Like that song, by

and called me while I was writing
Reunited like the best song on the second Wu shit
Followed by the cream part two shit, the truth is
Cash is part of how we

this street janky
All he heard was seven (ah-rah) and three Drakeys
Yeah, that's a lot of shots
Was just an adolescent when they stretched him, ooh,

the same from another athlete
From nineteen-o-seven to nineteen-o-eight
The world of college football would feel Jim's weight
He debuted in Philly versus

or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts

on picking up the cross
To follow
Keep on chasing
Time is getting shorter
By the second people waiting
For sons of God
To be revealed
Throughout all

Counting the minutes
Who am I kidding
No I'm not quitting
I'm learning to live it
Every second that goes by
I learn to cherish my life
It may be my

please tell me why he's a liar
Saw the man switch up when I back that cannon that's by my side at all times, Mariah
Grab the mic hold it steady
Double tap

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

of his hand, like time
And no sickle can cut the weed grown on this land which is owned by none
Where an hourglass stands with the precious seconds

slid on that boy he ain’t even expect it 
If I kick in your door it’s too late to regret it
I prayed for my soul in the light of the seven
He showed my

(They seek) more of us shiftin' mad numbers
So they breach more of us, quick to handcuff us
Getting hassled by cops, just cotchin' on the block
Followed