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the moments were hanging together
Creating an album uuhmumina FUCK
Memories were gonna share
Having faults just like everyone else
My lucky sevens, no comparing

I deserve the throne
I done upgraded my accomplishments
Rappers look at my last three albums
And wanna body it
But really should embody it
Never meant

and phony 
Like them niggas on power that worked for Tommy
I don't condone it but I don't knock it 
Realest season 7 you should come watch it, or binge listen

from the 90's you won't understand this shit
.357, that's the way my hammer click
3.5.7 was part of Hammer's clique
'Pac's alive and landed on camera,

knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate

some homies been catchin' charges
Back to the story
I'm washin' dishes
I put em all up
Came round the corner
Went by the sink and thats when i saw ya

from the heart, I represent hip hop
I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no

like egg sufficient nuts
I'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested sluts
Calling me a bitch nigga, you need to stop
Reality, one on one how many

of Island Life, calypso, the Merrymen and all those great naps in B’dos!

Well, it’s 8 below and I’m stuck inside, wish I could afford an airplane ride
Been 7

three that were cool but I'm telling em
Never again or like maybe we do it another day
Know that we shouldn't but by the way
I have to block you as soon

the pot
Cause I'm taking your spot
Eres frio
You ain't never been hot
My flow and lyrics, got you beat
When my album drop you'll be obsolete
If you not

killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

Yeah, yeah
It feel good, baby
Ayy
For us, by us, just us, for love
Don't it feel good, baby?
It feel good to me

I-I-I think my neighbors

she got 500 artists on her phone, aye
My whole world, one girl
Too good, three words
You & me like yin & yang
Made for each other, Barbie & Ken
Red sun,

I only move when it pays
Money team money may
Three words what it make
Not enough hours in a day
Imma hit you and speed away
Can't fade away doctor

friends'
Damn, we been kicking it for a while
Talking about you in love with the way that I make you smile
I been busting by ass for you
Now you making me

Bitch I say 'Hi,' then Spider-Man with the Mary Jane
Blunt lighter and light a gram, do it every day
Any way, anywhere, any who, any how
I'mma say 'cause

the Dude]
Bitch, we some superstars
Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
Still smoking mary jane, in the back of the car
All these bopping ass bitches

Okay, Private Miller, you've been smoking Item 9 for 7 minutes and 13 seconds
We're going to ask you several questions. How do you feel

Well, sir,

more annoying than tracks by Pitbull
Tell me bravo like Johnny fresh as fuck like some laundry
I take your bitch and feed her pills till she knocked out

Block 1, Block 2, Block 3, Block 4, Block 5
Block 6, Block 7, Block 8, Block 9, Block 10
Super man is wen moves happen, without the use of limbs

but Mary Jane can lift me up because my weed is so damn strong

For three years I been working, I'm just trying to go higher , I been trying to keep it

these simple games mean so much,
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, with silver buttons down her back.
She asks for fifty cents, to see the elephants, jump

the times they forgot to remember me

Elevate to the top
Presidential suite
From the west of the S Y D
Got it like straight flush from a seven, three
Elevate