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I'm living that gangsta way That's what I said

I'm from Hanover 7th Street Sersum Quarters
Just hand me the bag. I don't fuck with figgas unless they

hear
And in the very end
The plain Truth
Shall emerge so clean
From the depths
That we can’t see
But for now tell us your

wowicake

Lakota’s 7th Virtue

I'm alive
And not somewhere dead in a Buick
Lacrosse
June 7th life got serious
Drunk driver almost took me out on the road that day
Yah protected me

hating on a young bull
Yeah that’s my sign an I ain’t lying I’m a Taurus
May 7th is the day music's reviving
Take a pic
An post it on the gram
Write

I'ma spend the money I made, you can go and spend yours
Gotta remember I was just in 7th grade with a Glock inside the Taurus
Gotta remember I'm

I'm feeling inside
April the 7th
And nothing has changed
It's hard to get by
When you're still on my mind every day
Sometimes I question
If you feel

I'm feeling inside
April the 7th
And nothing has changed
It's hard to get by
When you're still on my mind every day
Sometimes I question
If you feel

what's happening
"Oh, he's still rapping?" Haven't stopped since 7th grade, to the lot of ya, owe a lot of ya some fades
Like a cockroach coming back with

mild reaction, you try to hear my voice, hear what's happening
"Oh, he's still rapping?" Haven't stopped since 7th grade, to the lot of ya, owe a lot

show love when I was there so I don't care about what they say
I've been crying by myself since I was in the 7th grade and now I'm old enough to tell

Fuck the Side Bar, wanna be try hards
You dudes nice but can't fuck with my bars
Punk ass trick dissin 3 7th chamber
Hope it was worth it cause your

your moment of truth
Cause ain't no time like the present
Like celebrating Christmas, January 7th
Conducting the business, completely independent
As God

or hear from you again
Three decades spent with somebody feels like such a short amount of time looking back on it now
May 7th was the day I realized I had

Don't gotta whip the blower, what I whip ain't gon have a key
The alphabets 7th letter only exists to me
But I'll exit with a mil after working my

mixtape, the 7th track, you got a banger and you rich
Sometimes I feel so empty, so lonely, so tempted
Time wasted, time spent saving pennies
Furthest from

through all right
Only one C on my report card. I was doin' all right
I was just doin' all fine in 7th and 8th grade
Ain't had a screwed-up mind

weight
Put me in the ring, even Ivie know I'm heavy, wait
God told ya'll he was chilling on the 7th day
Really he was busy bumping everything from Heather

nigga just in queso
Bean popping in the 7th grade, my whole life lookin like a burrito
Dog yes I been the best, see it in the ingredients this is where I

slumber?
The dance that we colluded, conspired to the 7th sky
Did it not brought us power and lust, for eternity?

Oh hey ye did you see the beauty?

the fake 
Obey the blade
No masquerade 
This that motherfucker who lost his mind way back in 7th grade
Outcasted by the masses
I'm the lab rat in that cage,

gas station carts off the BP on 7th Street
Now I'm chiefing pressure on the regular, like I'm running the trap
Got so much on my mind like Abe Lincoln

meal go
Been eating beats since the 7th grade that's like my favorite meal
Imma go hard on every beat till someone give me my deal
Ian talking no

couple years I been catching up on sleep
Take me back to the kid on the playground
Or the 7th grade blonde with the fade now
Or any breaks when we'd hear

you in my dreams, helped me face my nightmares 
But when I wake up, I want you right there 
Love me if I'm crazy and I lose my mind 
For the 7th time,