Lyrics:
family
"Thanks"
Haven't touched alcohol can't drown
My sorrow in a drink
I can't keep the page blank
Lost 10 pounds since November 7th
Yeah that's my heart
The turbulence that you created
Now it's fucking real
I should sacrifice you and open
Up the 7th seal
But some part of me loves you and
I want you to be better
(back in the day)
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
faced, she too shady
I don’t care, yeah, don’t, no, I don’t care
Yeah looney gang deep in here, yeah
7th street deep in here, yeah
I'ma take off this year
friends
And maybe then... mu, mu, mu maybe then
Early mornin
On my 7th inning stretching shit, fighting sleep
Last night I thought I'd never miss
Writing
1: Vex ]
I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal
Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel
Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's
7th grade I figured out
That my porn start tits are pretty powerful
They make boys be nice to me
For a week
Then they trade that shit like Pokémon
in the motherfuckin' house
Ice Ice Sleepy
7th Seal in the motherfuckin' house
That killa Ice Ice Sleepy
George Clooney in the motherfuckin' house
beats, with 5th and 7th chords
Say yawl gods? Why yawl capping? Yiwishi-wishi, i'm bhod
Self employed, seen more numbers than your cell phone
Fast pace
A blinding flash lit the midnight sky
I spun myself around, shielding my eyes
Dashing through the heavens, dying in a 7th chord
Was a light I
march in ranks with a vexed soul
To all the soldiers that were slain in the field, God bless ya soul!
[Verse 1]
This be the opening of the 7th seal
I'm
you been good, play it down
I gotta do 'cause you look too good
Like ooh you gotta know how
You so effortlessly make
Me feel like I'm back in 7th
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
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
the lesson
Everything raw no edit
Give her six kids like MJ
I'm trying to go for the 7th
Niggas screaming overtime
I tell em is my time
Nigga don't doubt me
I
And Swallow That
Tricks Make It Rain We Don't Carry Ones
I'm From 7th Street Now Nigga Where You From?
It's A Gang Thang Can't It Money Counters
All We Do Is
7th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 8th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 9th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 10th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed
heaven to the 7th
Every time I check my clock it seems to read 11:11
I got an 18-wheeler guardian angel see him pass
Halos in the headlights with both
the man dem
Yeah, sometimes they gotta let you know that you different, I used to
Point guard, set the play on some ball shit
Poised tall, 7th grade,
that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But
to the belly
Through your fuckin Pelle Pelle
I'm a silly hillbilly with
A mental condition
A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition
A southern tradition, Boondox
been 7th grade then
Way back in auntie's basement
Way back when I was anxious
Way back catching cases (Right)
Legal fees got me workin' hard
Tryna pay
an elevator
Never had Halloween, shoot at 7th graders
Breep, beep bitch, that’s the respirator
Don’t say a word, get down, you a meditator
Big Kaydo got
they pussy desert
You can catch me in the back of a Cad'
Gat in the bag, black doo-rag
Me and 7th and Baghdad
Drinkin' our drinks, faces like Sphinx
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