Lyrics:
hitting licks since I use to say presentate
Back in 7th grade, that was great, I was getting cake
With my slime like sito
Give her that wood, Home Depot
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And just so Conservatives don't take it
to the belly
Through your fuckin Pelle Pelle
I'm a silly hillbilly with
A mental condition
A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition
A southern tradition, Boondox
and probably Editing a video
7th period It was uploaded by sun down i was in the Yo.
2020 they was mad dog. Shoot was finished. It was mid night.
4 drops in
was a pick me
Till I realized she just match my fly brown sugar Sidney
Fogging the windows in car washes by 7 eleven
Elevate her drop her on top to 7th
out it was too late
Word got around he out of town, moving weight
When he touched down, have a meet me on 7th
Shots rang off but all G's go to heaven
yeah
I tell them you should do the same, hey yeah
Look, to all my relations
I put two feathers up now
It's a glorious occasion
Welcome to the 7th
a great pretender
I love my gooroo i'm filled with glee
I need my gooroo 7th Atmah extasy
I want my gooroo i found my gooroo
The wings of karma panning my
1: Vex ]
I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal
Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel
Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11
Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
A blinding flash lit the midnight sky
I spun myself around, shielding my eyes
Dashing through the heavens, dying in a 7th chord
Was a light I
I say if everybody went to heaven
Hey-ey-ey, I believe I'd miss the call
But you see if it wasn't for bad luck,
Trying to tell you son if it wasn't
reality happy I stopped
Letting niggas ruin my world impressed by niggas trying to school this baby
Girl I was fucking too early
15 knowing money was
knowing that I'm not making the right choices
Hoping that my Pops is watching over me
I hear his voice telling me stop, Being hard on myself
Because these
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
and be my weapon
Knowing that life could just end
Any second
I clutch on the cross
And use that for protection
Going through hell
Hope I make it to heaven
and revelled
They’re tossing rings, I’m left dishevelled
Bled but wry
Some populace all prim and proper
I’m met by winks from knowing doctors
The brothers came,
the evening
Best believe they coming for my dogs in the morning
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Getting
my beats and Campana Brothers seats
The heaven part for me is
Knowing I can wake up when I'm finished with my sleep
Ain't no kids to feed, no
Heaven above
You take me higher, blinded by your sun
Blinded by your sun
Oh, it hurts so amazing
My body ablaze from this heat we're creating tonight
Look
My boy saw 100 last week but I'm still tryna show man that it ain't heaven
All the money, the fame, respect, and the power, but he knows it
or he white
(That's Jonathan Emile by the way)
Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety
to let you go that day
Knowing I'll never get to see your face again
Yeah
I just wanna talk to you again
How is life up in heaven
I wanna believe that you
have to love you
You're someone else's burden now and
You're someone else's strife
I'm glad I can still sleep
Knowing that you're not in my life
In my
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