Lyrics:
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
like I was Quaker
Had me moving like a disco
Poppin off the pad like I was mother fucking crisco
Kyrie 7th game because you know I do not miss hoe
Moving
popped out in Pottstown ooo heyyy
Pennsylvania proud in the keystone state
I was born on the 7th floor lord that's the psych ward
I seeent some strange
waitin' since like 7th grade what it take?
Thought by now I'd have the bread to buy a fuckin' lake
But yet & still it's a 9 to 5 barely scrapin' by
'Member
always do the dash when I get in the srt
I just fucked my favorite bitch she want some more
This the 7th time
That's how i know this bitch a whore,
Ooh
up gave him that battery// 2021 I hope y’all ready for this savegry// they know what I rep UPT and then 7th brigade// never been afraid do it like I
wagon, call G30, he G macking, prolly up on 7th ave
And bussing, laughing, dutting ashes
All the opps we got is dead, we roll up gas and puff it pass it, I
the earth has no ceiling, who stops us to try?
The righteous falls 6, gets up a 7th time
If a baby falls quick, it gets up a second time
It's early in
adolescent didact a lesson to learn in life
She shoots a kid in the back ,pow, turns his life, ah
That was the 7th shooting in less than a week
The reason I
nigga just in queso
Bean popping in the 7th grade, my whole life lookin like a burrito
Dog yes I been the best, see it in the ingredients this is where I
it pika-chu
You dumping off that 7th I think he might need a zip or two
Hit the booth gave the city some real shit to listen to
Ain't no faking we them
a nigga on any day,
Turn his lil bars I to fish fillet,
I wanna speak on it but damn really shit crazy though,
Been bros since the 7th grade,
Who'd
wanted you, I still...do
I still do, I still do, I still do
I still...do (yeah)
It's been almost a decade since we met back in the 7th grade
But all those
Superb with the words what you gunning to be
I'm the 7th alphabet cause baby loving a G
Nowadays loyalty is not coming for free
Everything gotta price you
took me a trip down to Rasco's got a waffle mane and a pair of wings.
7th and federal still standing up, built tough like a chevy truck
these fools
the only one here
That ain't holdin' me pack
Everyone's friendly
'till the dugout's empty
So she's looking for god at
The 7th street entry
I'm honest
(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
Low beats yh
On the low for real man
I love this beat
Turn ma headphones up man
Aye, yh, eh!
I like that
Rolling out!!
7th level
the fake
Obey the blade
No masquerade
This that motherfucker who lost his mind way back in 7th grade
Outcasted by the masses
I'm the lab rat in that cage,
stronger than lightening strike
If I ever rap battle you, it’s the last day
You could ever hold on to that fuckin' mic
Back to the 7th grade were I was
every piece across the sour and get real bent
I'm burning rubber tires smokin watch the wheels spin
Since 7th grade I been with real friends
I don't hang
you disagree then boy I need to see a switch up
Or they be squintin’ atcha like they tryna swallow hiccups
We gone stretch ‘em like a 7th innin’ homie
because I'm grown with Paisley
And I'm gettin' higher with every scene
7th Pier, Codeine, my girls say I need to chill
Because that shit gon' kill my
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