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family
But some ones sons definitely getting Licked
Or wigged
Either way, same thing my man got sent of the pitch
And I ain't tryna end up dead in a box

look your way when you ready to shine
And when that day come pay attention to your day ones cause by day two is when they hate you
Can't fuck around wit

I drove through one in desperation
To clock in on time
Pulled over by a cop who was ridin' on a bicycle
Why didn't I just drive away?
You got a Jeep

meet me at the moon
Thumbing through these bands, all I'm seeing is blue
Okay
First things first I hate to admit it
I got a couple bad bitches but I stay

was clouding me up
The sweetest thing like Lauren, but the Hill I couldn’t seem to climb
Matador, they want me, I’m revving up, my army
Fade away, no

things
The schemes paying off
I've been putting in that work since 17
To be a millionaire need 7 streams
Of income
I can make it all off of kick drums

super seeing I can see me through her jeans
I know things that she don't know (Yeah)
I go places she don't go
Yeah I go with the people she don't know

Different days I got different feelings
Only thing that remains is I want a million
Feel like karma on my back but I stay resilient
Its like im

to pay the price
But you owe me now
I'm never selling out, even if it breaks the bank
I would love to share the pot
I don't want this whole thing
It's like

Michael, way too many hanes
Can't be the shit
Surrounded by shit stains
Can't stomach me cuz I'm that pain
I'm Omari & you're seeing a Ghost, Taylor Dane

and my rhyme is crying
I don't know why seven hate nine
I don't know why they hate seeing me smile

But I know heaven is smiling on me now
So I'm not

coast puttin on nigga fuck how you feel
If we rock then we roll like a muhhfuckin wheel
I'm the hottest thing out since the George Foreman grill
Ain't

Words to Live By

Remedy

The Genuine Article

2001

dallaba, white horse gallaba
Gold plated, swingin' with the double-edge sword, excalibur
The fiery-red, seven head blue-eyed devil
Hollow be thy name

The Profits of Doom

Type O Negative

Dead Again

2007

sadly by a chosen few... you

April 2-0-2-9 the final time
The end my friend in not near the hour in fact is quite here
When the moon becomes red to guide

to think I’m from the North Pole
But I’m really from the east side O
What block? You should already know
'Cause it’s
All 7’s on this side
Aesthetic is all by

pacing
Introduction, phishaman, Name and occupation
This ain't an altercation, pardon my display of passion
It just hurts to see the things that my people

wonder if it was because of me

The anger understandable, the action not so much
But By 7 I, realized there was no US
On a path paved with hate, way way

waking up by weapons when your home gets plundered 

Imagine seeing your kids get killed
Or being born with a disease that won?t heal 
The whole truth

This blueprint I'll write
Giving everything
With anything that I try
Seeing through this lens
But I'm blinded by the light
My mind may go dark
But my

head
Don't wanna be late, its time to go catch thE bus
Every day - 7:30, bright and early 
Pick ur poison, toothpastes having that fresh breath is a must

time
And its my, time, to grind
Seeing my best friend with a bullet wound is the cruelest thing i could ever see
Its making me want the ecstasy
That's

a gold vet
Fuck ya pussy
Don't want ya sex
Give up the neck
Stuff this
Up in yo dress
Let's get a check
Own a company
She's seeing many things
Money

sevens
 Superstitious making wishes on 1111 psychedelic on the phone 
Fortune-telling reading palms 
By the looks of what I’m seeing your feinin to get it

to the better times

Me and everything around me
Been unstable like the middle saudi
But I keep it audi, keep A-7
When I leave the authis
See my mamazala by