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again
It's been weeks, seven years now
I've been taking all these drugs
Tryna fuck the pain now but I
I can't feel them right now (Woah)
Get me a little

a voice, He gave no choice he said
"Now don't you move"
Hands high if you innocent then stand
By but it's against the
Law to film what I do so don't you

last year mid-April
4 got rap money, I'm no longer robbin'
Niggas should be thankful
Uh, catch me kickin' it with
Pharmacists and street bankers
Got them

dreams in a photo
07 14 that's my timeframe
Seven years under your watch
Then my time came
Like a clock on my wrist ticking bigger times
Visions of life

counting on you
so let the candle burn away

not a saint or a sinner
but I've learned through the years
that it only hurts
when you're controlled by your

You'd prolly never comprehend
This home court yeah I will defend
7 years been hearin' that I'm a fool
When the music came out all you heard was ridicule

brothers deserve it / no doubting that
25 years they survived the trap
24/7 I'm working / running out of breath
Sleep my emotions
Hard to imagine im putting

quick
Just like when Thanos snapped
Bloody red they could not fathom what
I meant by battle rap
This for real, no make believe
Blood gon' spill, Bon

Bet I made 'em forlorn whipping by a Forbes
Make the floorboards warped
In my Wells Maine warlord shorts but I'm
In it for the long haul
I'll be here

thought I couldn't spit so I
Had to put the flow on semi
By the end of this beat Imma go on fully auto
Ridin' on this shit like
I'm sittin' on Forgiatos

line, its like 2 or 3
Hoping she can get through to me
And this shit was all a dream
But naw I ain't get no sleep (nahh)
I hussle seven days

of the say amara pista
Yet e forget I never say in lista
Regista Fulci, Mario Bava e Umberto Lenzi
Like seven back spider orrendi
Santo Trafficante shoot

lost by a landslide
10% for the big guy
Yeah, 7 days a week got that draco on my lap
Riding through DC, yeah, how you love that
Yeah yeah

Red Maga

die
Spread my message like the Qu'ran
Muthafuckas getting paid
I'm just tryna get saved
7 years of living crooked
I'm just tryna get straight
All this

made
Loved weed, what's new is missing booze
No beers seven years and I’m still confused
Life's weird now that I see it clear
But I’m here rather fight

style
And my nuts hang, canine
I make phone calls, I get dirt did
I keep clean hands, I can't do time
My uncle told me jail ain't the place to be
Seven

faced, she too shady
I don’t care, yeah, don’t, no, I don’t care
Yeah looney gang deep in here, yeah
7th street deep in here, yeah
I'ma take off this year

thing
Baby the whole thing

That lil bitch she a fan likely
I let the 40 ring all day
Just like it's scam likely
Yo' man a cold bitch
Got hired by his

American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers

behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my scars
Seven thirty verbal, my word work circle
You a jerk, fool
I burn you like your birdds do

Let me hold

1-800-fuck-this-shit
Seven years old in my heart
So I'm stayin' gold but when I fuckin' go
Lucifer will probably have my soul
It's hot down there, fuck that
Bitch I'm

the stands
Them crazy girls, VIP, 5 bands
7 girls on stage, my niggas ain't playin'
We get shit popping
Like Eric-fuckin' Wright
She be in this bitch, going

Smoke in the sky
I'm high
I realize as time goes by
That I'm doing good on the outside
But still hurt on the inside
You said that he's better
No shot

Yeah
March 18th 7:06 PM
Honestly man, I couldn't be more grateful for everything that's happened
Seasons are changing so we move by one mantra only