Lyrics:
hitting licks since I use to say presentate
Back in 7th grade, that was great, I was getting cake
With my slime like sito
Give her that wood, Home Depot
hundred, they like, "Mac Critter just gave it" (gave it)
I know the opps sittin' back, lookin' like, "That shit crazy" (crazy)
7th Street nigga (7th
world order?
I'm ready to ride
Nigga, lets do this
For the Mo Thug, 7th Sign, Thugline
For the love of Eazy, it's Ruthless
And the truth is nigga, we
from the skies stroll 7th and for that thanks are due
From Madam Walker’s beauty shops to the Pro-Ro System 2
That made those girls angels without any
it
I calmed down and they got things straight
I saw half my car at 7th street the other half at 8th
I wanted to just jump in the ocean
My car
catch me, AK
Bullets spray like jet skis, ha ha
Yeah, niggas bangin' Mini Mob and
Niggas bangin' 7th Street
Where we come from, we dumb dumb
We murder
yeah
I tell them you should do the same, hey yeah
Look, to all my relations
I put two feathers up now
It's a glorious occasion
Welcome to the 7th
it's hard to leave
Roll up, smoke 'em back to back
If you got some we can match
Money coming, we can stack
Dime bags, 20 bags, 50s, 100s grab a 7th
out it was too late
Word got around he out of town, moving weight
When he touched down, have a meet me on 7th
Shots rang off but all G's go to heaven
of the future then to the past
Dusting off my path, I laugh before I crash
The cash doesn't rule when I grab my mask
Moving fast, 7th gear with a mic in my dash
off with a wake and bake
I ain't workin' out but I be shakin' weight
Now my lawyer hollerin' "Pay me"
'Cause I got court December 7th
Just in case
a 9-5
I bet you I could make her quit
Now her man mad at her cause
He found out that she strip, ha
This one chick that I had from the 7th Ward
Red bone
walking down a lonely street
New York City's cold, there is no one to meet
And at the corner of 57th and 7th Avenue
I hear someone sing and I know it's
on and on
I'm ins like- (don't rock my yacht)
I got gills like Johnny, sell that 7th Elf (well, good for ya)
Bigger than bigs, dig it (I dug it)
Ways that
God, I’ve been waiting on my blessings
Too often now I’m stressing
My apartment now is threatening
To put me out if I ain’t caught up by the 7th
My mama
cities but I'mma S.A. fool
7th Graders shouldn't bring the scraps to school
So when you say you only listen to the real M.C.'s
Let me spell it out for
Bitch I really do them things
Sipping on that lean and I'm smoking on that weed
But by now it's the daily smoking like this since 13
I remember 7th
a great pretender
I love my gooroo i'm filled with glee
I need my gooroo 7th Atmah extasy
I want my gooroo i found my gooroo
The wings of karma panning my
heavens
I kill it every (Mm) session
Comme des garçon on my wedding date, ayye
You ain't pulled a girl since like the 7th grade
Lift your face up, I'm laced
forever, a memoir,
It’s like we waiting on the 7th wave for love,
Can’t run me dry I got enough for both of us
Another drank another sip we got enough
I
with a Smith and a Wesson
Shedding blood for my niggas in heaven
Selling drugs from the 6th to the 7th
In the club with a six shot 38
Level up to a 357
P.S. 92, 7th and 8th
Asked you for dough and you said "no" dead in my face
But now that I'm on, it's like I owe everybody somethin'
All my
cause my
Mind's in the gutter
For my filthy fuckin mouth
Apologies to my mother
For my filthy fuckin flow
No apologies needed
For my roots planted in
bodies in me, then sneaking them out
Back in middle school, I was fiending for dick
7th grade, sending my homies some pics
Daddy never knew what I did
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