Lyrics:
know that I’m taxing (P36)
I’m with the shits it don’t matter what happen
Reup the 5th and I’m back on the 7th (Nigga what happened)
Reload the clip then
higher, higher, higher
I got shit that's on my plate and no cap it got me wired
But on everything I love, this that shit that I desire
This the 7th
this mirror war got Sunday feels
Hey brother reverend check the reference
That way you know Saturdays the 7th
& on Sunday you take all your own one ways
around to catch a wave
I never can be replaced
Duplicate it’s never same
Bitches call from 7th grade
It’s hard too shake this game
I’m still deep in they
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
That's on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
[Jay-Z]
Coverage I synethestry
Got rise from defending me
Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in
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
come for the money
What'd you come for?
Got a 7th in the Sprite, but I want mo
500 for the car, ho, hold up, hold up
I spent a hundred on my
Fit
demons, 7th day I rest
Boy I'm right there at yo door with it like I'm ups
And my fiancée is a virgin, okay that's a flex
I was in the world but had enough
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
stronger than lightening strike
If I ever rap battle you, it’s the last day
You could ever hold on to that fuckin' mic
Back to the 7th grade were I was
though he had this one
I was hittin' him with them scriptures yeah
7th hour turnt around I won
I got back to my roots
I'm grounded in truth
The power that
was you when moms got shot (Where)
And they say she wouldn't walk
7th Grade
Bought my jays (Jays)
Bought my uniforms and all (All that)
Auntie Toya
legend refreshing the essence of the direction blessings assexion to 7th heaven
[Chorus]
We could Fucc by the shore beaches that’s sandy
Do ya wanna see
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
’m living it
I mix the lean in the lemonade
Been seen that work since like 7th grade
New bitch is poppin' she heavenly
Matter fact, that bitch from, hell nah
do
These are the letters that I never wanted to write
But this might be just what I need to better my life
Now with that said, I'm hanging by a thread
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
when I arrive
You can see hate in they eyes
Baby they tried
But 7th ward soldiers don't die
Our energy turn to vibe
And get the whole universe high
Ah Ah
like 7th heaven
Quick stop to 7-11
I need a little something
To calm my headache
And I know
They been fake
See them trying to get a little piece
Off my
that thang
That blow your brain
But that feeling that I got
When we met in 7th grade
Cuz nobodies perfect
But your perfect for me
It seems
Nobody's
acclaim
That's that thang
That blow your brain
But that feeling that I got
When we met in 7th grade
Cuz nobodies perfect
But your perfect for me
It seems
Of a childhood she never got live
By the age of 30 she was on her 7th kid (that' me)
And I know she couldn't stand me
I was fighting for her love
But she was
ring
Do you know where I can
Get rid of these things?"
And Louie the King said
"Let me think for a minute son"
He said, "Yes I think it can be easily
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