Lyrics:
lost faith
Seven was the year I was pulled
From elementary second grade
In foster care
Sevenyears later
Ten foster homes but
About Seven of em wasn’t
push others on their heels
By feeling supreme confidence in
Himself but no matter how tough
And hardened they become, hustlers usually
Face one daunting
shining flashlights like where the weed at?
Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face
And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it
to build and move into a mirage made of songs cascading down a rock face in a homemade myth?
Even deeper back into the mist:
when I was 12 or 13 on a family
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
with her
Peeps in '91, stole a gun from her workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blaze they place, long story
Glo' seen my face, got
my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
And gather round the fire for
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
Well my name is mc and I'm here to say
I rock the mic with asbestos all up in yer face
Old school like the one used by Ichabod crane
Watch me think
I never gave my heart
Its chance to roam
I could have been a sailor
And sailed the seven seas
The wind in my face all day
Can you taste
lifetime
And that northeast wind will blow you home
Liv'yer you spend your time hanging 'round the docks
Searching for a face in the crowd you know the one
Everything is temporary, be sure to face your fears
No one really knows why the fuck we're even here
Causing trouble on the playground in the first grade
With
me
It took seven niggas to get a buck fifty
But ya man got his fuckin' face broke
Punched on 'em and put 'em
In like egg yolks
I damn near made that
woah)
That's seven figures, all blues
So i can count 'em up when shit get boring (Talk ya shit)
Gonna need that in the- (Talk ya shit)
Сoupe by
on the shore
For the space of seven long years or more
She spied a ship come in to the bay
With her son from far away
"Oh, Captain dear, where have ye been.
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7
Im A Fuckin G U Should No By Now
Wana Hear Some Hits Yer I Will Show U How
Listen Carfully No I Aint Tellin U Shit
Yer I No Im A Lil Tight Git
Siquel
Young boy burden on my head
Fa wo manna no bi mane y3n
I can't be alone by myself in this world
Risky I'm not taking that
The pain the agony on my chest
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
My home is a ghost town
Mhmm (Yer)
See all of these bodies around
Mhmm (Alright)
Pull up in the ghost now
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
See all of these bodies
the way
A hint of life is in the air
Making way for the sun Warriors in the stiil of night
They cannot wait to fight side by side
They can't face
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