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ale one nimi też są przecież 
to było wtedy mówię jak na EP - musisz wierzyć
dawno uwierzyłem w siebie 
tu 7 liczbą szczęścia
choć siedmiu żyć nikt

to sell seven eight-track
tapes that I found behind a dumpster 
while I was smokin' crack amongst a bunch of monksters 
under the cherry moon very soon

up with that Blanc Sauvignon
Keep it up Imitated duplicated by none
You bet yo ass I'mma better mentor for your only son
Haberdashous Roll the Film

schreib' ein zwei Zeilen
Und der Track explodiert
Dadash wir und ihr sind
Von Grund auf verschieden lak wir
(Rat tat tat tat) anstatt den
Mund auf zu kriegen

with stones and sticks,
Everything going up except the wage that you get,
We hustle for every cent,
Cause 7.25 aint gone pay the rent,
We die for stuff

Oh-oh
Yeah
Rajoute deux fois zéro après le deux
Bellek track
By-bye
Wouh

J'abandonne jamais (nan) 
J'ai passé la seven (rah)
À plus

with this 9 (Bow)
Mum said "Be home by 8"
I'm out lurking on the 7th side (Sorry)
Six in the spinner
Ive 'ready circled about five times
Four in

twice a year
The crowds will cheer, gripper feature
Beat the track into a fetal positions
Send a kite through the mic
To my people in prison
We have

blades
In chests, Take That Risk, By CB
It's not good, is it?

Who's-who's-who's talkin' what? Anywhere
Goes they know
I ain't into this talkin' stuff
We

the time to
Write a damn song
Monday it's 6AM, Tuesday it's 3PM
Wednesday it's 7AM thursday it's 6PM
You start to see my problem
Having to get drunk just

You don't know if they wanna
Make a track with man
Or wanna line a nigga up and
Bring the mash for man
Yo, fam-O just found my nigga Kim
Tell 'em fight

signed
I'm with the Village, I'll be fine
I, hit the peace sign then I recline
I'm so fucking high nigga we glide, by

Why, all this time i thought wrong?

that scotch a demon
Niggas tough around they homies
All alone they shook like season
Do this shit all by my lonely
Been this way since my first season
I

belong with us
Your boy is grown into a man, still need a helping hand from my mama
Grandpa told me the only way to succeed was to take things step by step

I do it to make money
Up in the drop top whippin' when it’s sunny
Gambino flow is how I roll
All y'all rappers who just don’t know
Your track is

to hesitate and crisscross
Move straight and emanate my sick thoughts
And I know, I expect too much from you
Record this track just to let
This fuck with you

a homie die again
I been in my room, I'm back
To pouring up them lines again, uh

Remember when we walked for miles
It was seven degrees
We tryna fill our

a drive-by, you deserve a face shot
I took the picture boss, not Jewish
Just wonder when I die
How much my pen'll cost (Pentecost)
Find out we track and I'm

the distance
It don’t bother me none
What I start reading is the pleading
Of my techniques being needed
By a giant bastard crone
‘Till they’re fallen

Only 5 foot 7 but keep the big boy blunts
Thuggin’ on a fuck nigga like
You a bitch don't jump
Flexed a little with the Draymond style
But I'm A1 now

Ayo, I force MC's to bleed
Retreat and recede
That's the Young Sinatra creed
Killin' a track with incredible speed
And doin' it like it's nothin', no

and clear, we have a visual. Repeat, we have a visual
Unit 5 and 6 standing by
Keep all civilians outside of the perimeter
Keep all civilians outside

to tell you heavens ain't real
You're a big kid, get your ego off the rails
Angels manipulated by seven second reels
This ain't the wrong side of heaven its

Used to be a addict, xans and sex automatic
Now my thoughts on the track turning up you faggots
Almost killed myself dead, body for the maggots
Could be