Lyrics:
Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night!
Get up
way more attention than your pocket
Ashlee was her first name
First kiss at a bulls game
Field trip I think 7th grade
Hormones made me a slave
Fast
the pop loc, you bought me soda pop
My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north
We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court
Just like the homie
a fight
Be A little less heaven tonight
Who knew the sacred, aint always for heaven's sake
No 7th day rest when your always keeping me awake
Only church we
squad knows I bleed blue
I'm from the 7th
I can show you how my dargs move
Stand your ground like there's
Nowhere to run to
Sip double cups, my bitches
Dependin' on how you keep your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and nothin' but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My classmates sellin' yay
from Cali, you get it I mail 'em
38 baby I post on the 7th
Hop out the car wit' that Mac-11
Runnin' wit' killers, we all be steppin'
Pull up and spray
second
Swear that I'm gone quit and leave like every second
But, rents due and if i pay past the 7th
They gon chew me up and spit me out like devils up in
in the 7th house the 11th hour
To connect what God allowed us your flowers blossom
From birds and bees collided the world is ours
And hold you closely
Bobby was a beautiful girl from a small town in a great big world.
Her daddy owned the corner store off of 7th Avenue.
Danny-Jo just turned
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
In 7th grade, we promised that we'd never break each other's heart
Fought with the pressure of deep depression while naked makin' confessions
me tap it
217 To the 511
Send my ass to heaven
Back with the reverend
We ain't talk-in 7th heaven
Really flowin' really goin' got you groovin'
Uh
on the 7th
So our very first day as humanity was us resting with our Father of Heaven
What a blessing
The world says to do your best even if it cause you
Or
They up inside a prison
Been thankful god for blessing my soul
By why a nigga still living
Tonio died we was in 7th grade
I still got niggas ain't
You came in like the 7th son
Flaming like a comet
Said your daddy was a pistol
Your mother was a nun
I should have known by the guns you were
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
you
The stumbling narrow-minded becomes you
The overwhelming power - it eats you from the inside
still you have got to rise again
7th Movement:
the days
We didn't dwell on our fait
Blowing wit T60t and Crazo on 7th
On Mook and paCman on 8th
Watching For The Enemies
While we Still up On The Creep
a close call with a grenade
I think we both must have been about 7th grade
But don't panic we both survived without damage
But we developed a bond like we
was in my front yard
Playin ball every day after school in 7th grade
Too be honest I would pay my life to see my sister one more day
But fuck it ima
better better, better make it count
BRIDGE)
You ever feel like a 10, when you're dressed to the nines
8 maids a-milking and you prefer wine
7th heaven
Makes sense but uhh deep values I made dense,
Found zen, and lost hate my 6th 7th and 8th sense
I'm sayin' f*ck all that drama yo I'm good
The present
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