Lyrics:
You no fit to handle am
If I put all the pressure for your body
You go fall down
Omo no be stamina
Na baba God Dey run am
Charlie, no be by power
Me
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
me while I'm sleepin, two to the head
While I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious
pleasure, this is
Tech n9ne, skatterman, and kirzz kaliko
With
Seven words
how many wordS?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
[CHORUS]
it's seven words I wanna say
I got heaven in my whip
Sacred peace
I got devils on my 6
Pray for me
I got pressure on me
Please don't press your luck
I ain't been feeling same
was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming
You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
is like the farthest thing from heaven
This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic
I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets
But these
the day
This is who we are
This is who we are
This is who we are
The pressure's on game 7
I do it big, Faith Evans
It balance out for my leverage
Niggas
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
swear I seen this before
Think I dreamed this before
I was made for the moment
Watch me overcome
Check the score
It's No pressure
It's no pressure
Nigga
on the rise
Pressure not the question nigga story of my life
I say all my prayers with this forty on my side
Don't know how it end but nigga gon enjoy the ride
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
pro now he's 7-0 and on the 30th of June he's coming home
He's going to give the Irish a reason to shout, when he knocks Dos Santos, clean out!
Kept
Seven seconds to the rise
Can't believe I'm still alive
And heaven was waiting for me
I thought this would be the end
But I know you'll understand
spIrIts forever
Hundreds years from now
Lovers wIll fInd thIs letter
Decoded by the EgyptIans
Let them know we was pressure
CupIds arrow
PrecIse and pretty
the sky
Joseph, we'll never forget you
It's tough but we're gonna get by
There's one more angel in heaven
There's one more star in the sky
Joseph,
of this little glass family, Strings
Oh Strings
Harmony ruins a bloody good racket,
And this little egg was distorted by mother, Oh Strings
Strings
I
And swore that she was glad
So Equinoxial swore by all
The stars in heaven
That she could do more work in a
Day than he could do in seven, seven
She could do
sent from heaven, never melt under pressure
Need you by my side if not it's too hard to function
Heavy lethal weapons stopping demon disruption
Do it for
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to
Get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I
(bam) 'splay the seven
Put you on the nigga
love's been spent
Caught me like a bad guy, got bad intent
Heaven sent me for dirty work
Keep my hands clean, cause my skin insured
Is this the real me?
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