Lyrics:
cities but I'mma S.A. fool
7th Graders shouldn't bring the scraps to school
So when you say you only listen to the real M.C.'s
Let me spell it out for
me tap it
217 To the 511
Send my ass to heaven
Back with the reverend
We ain't talk-in 7th heaven
Really flowin' really goin' got you groovin'
Uh
protesting
But having the threat of abbas was handy
'Cause he had plans for post the 7th
Like he quit spinning cotton candy
He won't be making no concessions
of it, I've been drinkin' shit
I don't know the truth
This is what I imagined when I was standin' in the booth
If you hear what Heaven's like, can you
a hearse god, can you feel me?
Take me away from all the
Pressure and all the pain
Show me some happiness again
I'm goin' blind, I spend my
Time in this
a glock
Like i'm the 7th path of pain i'm here to bleed the block
And you gone be dead when they get here you don't need the cops
Yung boy moving quiet but
Heaven help us
Fallen, fallen
Heaven help us
A little girl living on the street
A baby living by the devil's heartbeat
She started selling them when
sake"
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Now all pay tribute to this entity
A spark that surges through
No one ever touched me without wanting to kill me
Except for a healer on 6th street in Ridgely
Tessa DiPietro
Recommended casually by a medium I
sake"
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Now all pay tribute to this entity
A spark that surges through
At seven (seven)
I'll be waiting out for heaven, (heaven)
Counting every mile of railroad track
That takes me back
Never thought my heart could be so
felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th
Knows that stayed in garages
9 da 5 taken out garbage
Caged looking for away out
Tells me baby we blessed now
Don't stress out
7th verse
No
in the chain
Trap life I got trap ties
Trap tells real shit
7th ave black shades
Wake up
Bake up
Early morning
Trynna get my cake up
Most
the time we leave,
At seven. (seven)
I'll be waiting out for heaven, (heaven)
Counting ev'ry mile of railroad track
That takes me back.
Never thought
In 7th grade, we promised that we'd never break each other's heart
Fought with the pressure of deep depression while naked makin' confessions
I used to tell my friends about the doors to the other side
Living in the basement of my basement on 11th
Ride the 7th month a couple - shit -
convictions
Went up in smoke
Baby, while your back breaks slowly
By the skin of your teeth
You'll be under their thumb
Moving from this state of friction
on - I feel love when I
Gaze on you,
Gaze on - heaven left all the
Haze on you,
Haze on you; ay mama, mama!
Feeling all this pressure when I look in your
from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm
the business
Look here (Bitch) just don't pull up with no swishers
The pressure I'm rolling I can't disrespect it
The gumbo im smoking 140 a 7th
I gotta stay
city pressure
Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11
From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven
The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me
Hey
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
Makes sense but uhh deep values I made dense,
Found zen, and lost hate my 6th 7th and 8th sense
I'm sayin' f*ck all that drama yo I'm good
The present
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