Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Second story you told me
Got me fucked up
If it weren't for this motherfucker
You'd be fine
And it's shitty to think
This verse can apply
To like 7
through so much shit and more
Since the start of Year 7 (it's crazy)
And I’m thanking God that I’m breathing
No less than a second
When I walk in
second set
Gold by the pound load it up to my private jet
Lookin in the mirror, Gah damn, ya boi heaven sent
Money getting longer taping in to my
hope my mood is contagious
I move with arrangements, I shoot at the ranges
I got proof I got bangers, win it all in game 7
Prepared for this last second
I want somebody familiar
By my reflect today
Take the shot
I'll be your hero
God pressure to the second
Tell me what I've done, done
Just
a blonde hair
Five seven, Alabama piece of heaven
On a Thursday night
Wasn't planning on a no sleep sunrise
Kissing by the riverside
Looking into your
back and go holy hell we had the best sex
But literally I was depressed as hell
I wish I had a second chance but I gotta keep moving
To be saved by
The day of Judgment has arrived
Only the blessed shall survive
The second coming of Jesus Christ
Returning like a thief in the night
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
like six I ain't gone get lined by no hoe
If you fuckin wit me throw yo sevens up
I be ridin round the city I ain't got my glizzy tucked
Bitch I be hot
to break up now you know
This break up is now explained
By plate tectonics
Rather than Wegener's concept of
Continental drift
We are the 7
2023
2023 ain't no back pedaling
Tell my guys kick they feet up
Tell em all settle in
Tryna touch a huddy way more then seven M's
Need my payments in
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
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
... got to be an addiction with me!" (Aaahhhh... nothin' like it!)
Hey, beautiful, beautiful! Last one got 'em!
"30 rounds in one and a half seconds
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
the seven seas
Every second we share
I feel blessed to have you I would die a happy man
If we won another battle
What if?
The moon is can light
Divided by the seven seas
Ain't exchanging pleasantries
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But I'm feeling like the only son
And incase you didn't know
This one's for my
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can't have no second line
Maybe that will help this
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