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I'm just doin' me (yeah)
Feel cooler than the 7 seas 
I don't wanna feel you 
I close my eyes and I drift to sleep

Don't wanna talk love love love

Let alone a plate of food
Seven deuce, but same suit
Flush on the river like the rouge

Then I got shit on the move
Different flavors you can choose

It's hard to get by
When they see a freak
They all gang up
When they think you're weak
Every second feels like an eternity
Feel locked up
Gotta turn

Emebe by percentage 20 percent afo na aka

Weytin go be ga abunata give me half bread kama igbaraka

7 days in a week

All for the bizz

Business trips

When the burden of seven departed from her
A witness of power and mercy in words
She moved to tell the news
Persuading hearts to choose
A Savior Who

Your shit is wack
So bitch goodbye

Verse 1:
Seven seas they come for me
Red indeed when it's time to leave
Bury bees with sugar
Tally seeds like hookers

In trying to stop me and I ought to be a lot more free to choose
What I fucking say, but if they don't approve
The public just agrees when they see me

want
But I assure you, there's nowhere to run
There's a new menace in town and it is me
Where are your heroes now?

So, we meet again my noble, heroic

drumming and drumming
Geronimo back
Sitting Bull back
Crazy Horse back
Pontiac back
Low key ain't me
Let the hair free
'Cause I didn't choose my

neighbours
Cramp in her leg when I shake it
Bending the back while I'm
Changing the playlist
She wanna do man to Craig David
But it weren't 7 days that I

goin', this ain't that
That ho gotta go, won't fuck my bruddas? That shit wack
Sumo gone, I know one side of me trapped
Lil' bro wan' kill me and I

her be
I spread her legs, it was heavenly
On a pedestal, they trynna level me
I'm high on a hill in the Beverly's
Met up by the spot, eating Lebanese

My Life

HAWK

Restless [Chopped & Screwed]

2006

When they ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin' super"
I got a date with Destiny, allow me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate told me I'm

that glocky make em prance
Get me two keep by my hands
Pussy bitch you talk no sense
Keep a distance from my conscience
Local thot bitch
Tryna pop it

rapping for a crib but they choose a Patek
Fuck the Patek or a sports car, just need the magic
Put the seven on my neck, my luck is running up
When it's

order for me to get to destinations I ain't never been befo
I cant do no hesitating everything's a go
Every day you gotta hustle to bubble like 7 up
Never

Possession

Three Sixes

Three Sixes

ignore the stench of the decay
The disease, decapitation and slaughter pave the way
For me, the keeper of the keys to the seven golden gates
The flames

can't capture this MC wrecking it
Stretching my hands to the heavens, and I never sold my soul from beginning

[Chorus]
You got me hungry I'm so, thirsty

MY MOTHER TOOK ME TO THE DRESS DEPcRTMENT
cT THE DILLcRD'S IN THE McLL.
WHICH DRESS, WHICH SHOES
WILL CINDERELLc CHOOSE TO WEcR TO THE BcLL?
MY

the kids in the world you had to choose mine,
My people in disarray, 
Granny tired, she working bout 8 days straight,
The rich act so ignorant while playing

fence that's fueled by silence
Don't get it twisted it's just me myself dusty vinyls
In the basement I been itching jeans is baggy hiding
Hind sight I was

7: Repeat with verse

New chores, yeah, "New Freezer" shit
New nigga, you can tell by my demeanor
I'm just thinkin' ahead, stackin' big boy chips

drumming and drumming
Geronimo back
Sitting Bull back
Crazy Horse back
Pontiac back
Low key ain't me
Let the hair free
'Cause I didn't choose my

Night of the Pedestrian

Chicks on Speed

The Re-Releases of the Un-Releases

2000

Like pale shadows moving slowly
Through high-rise suburban streets
Hit by another auto
Dodging fast passing objects
Get up, run quick if you can