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left 
I didn't even know where to go 
My Life Drove Off The Road
Took another path 
New kid on the block 
Couldn't show that i was sad
I believe 
7th

the lake?
It’s the masterminds
With Q5
Vincent Matt & T.y
Yeah we on again
Hear us for the 7th time
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up

going into war
I remember when my brother died up on the 7th floor
I know they hear my story this some shit they cant ever ignore
Hit the stage its

Get down
Need to feel that
Back up
Turn up
Get down
Lemme feel that
S'il vous plaît
I just wanna play
It was 7th grade I didn't get no play uh
That was

weight
Put me in the ring, even Ivie know I'm heavy, wait
God told ya'll he was chilling on the 7th day
Really he was busy bumping everything from Heather

Allah spoke to me
I once lost myself
Like in 7th grade
Donnie pressed on his temples
And made himself seize
He did it comically
Though he was relieved

the elevators, put on my shoes and I walked
7th grade did the spelling bee
Working on a better me
Charged up like a battery
Crazy lil kids in my face tryna

I thought I met you way back in 7th grade
Only come to find out things would change
Really wanted to be something
That somebody could fall in love

We met on 7th street
Right by the corner of your house
I took your number and we
Danced the night away
I loved it
I'm just uneasy
Cause we talked

It make you want to, run to 1-2
Man you know just what it is
Roll some, light one, smoke tree
Po' a fo' inside a fifth
Callin' quarters 7th's 
When

all about the money
I was in the 7th grade, shootin' dice for the money
Tryna hit this other 9-5, writin' rhymes by the nightlight
Tryna get us up out

I was visited by good fortune, my stars were aligned
In the 7th house, in my rising sign
But that which rises must also leave behind
The tears were

with your grace
I'm hoping that you feel the same

Tell me baby am I too late
Like the boat we made on the ocean out of papier-mâché
When we were in 7th

bitch, I am Mexican
Grown-ass man, 5'2", I know he's Mexican
Pacquiao, lost to Mayweather because he's Mexican
I was in 7th grade, going to war with

I've been kingpin ever since the 7th grade
You better put me in your top 5 tonight
I will always be that legend of the fall yeah
You better put me in

gas station carts off the BP on 7th Street
Now I'm chiefing pressure on the regular, like I'm running the trap
Got so much on my mind like Abe Lincoln

going to complete the finishing touches on the verbaTim project with Shaka cmazulu the 7th 
While go over my notes I stumble over a lyric sheet I wrote

I no fit let life win me
I gats win for this life 
cnd even if I failed 6 times
Watch me go again the 7th time 
My ex said I couldn't make it
I be

and heartbreak holes
rolled up all
the 7th notes
aiming high
but the land is dry

don't ask me why
you're just not like

my boy
my boy
my boy
my boy

my boy
my boy

7th grade I became someone I wasn’t
Find it hard to look inside your reflection when you don’t don’t love it 
Insecurities of all kind 
Rooted in my

apprehended
I got reprimanded
Almost made me panic
So i had to call upon his name

It was the 7th Round
Gettin knocked out
By that lil girl
Mary Jane

Ngl it

TITLE: 7th Street
Writers: © 2023 Martin J. Montelongo/Geza Music BMI
Description: Empathy for the homeless

Lyrics:
And I wonder how they make it,
I

I still remember the feeling of jacobs fist against hit My head In 7th grade and got no interest in repayin

Told my mothers boyfriend he had

Chaos Theory

Jumpsteady

Chaos Theory

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