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on mine
Talking bout a second doesn't go by
Let's talk about yo wings cause you so fly
Let's talk about the way you match my vibe
Talking bout the brightest

when I'm down on the ground think Im undertaker by the way that I sit up
It only take seven seconds to get to you and make sure you get beat up
I just

Big pimpin Jay Z
Bun B Pimp C
I go by Killa Keith
Wondering you will see
Every verse a eulogy 
So in front y'all after me
Seeing me is blasphemy
On my

of empty space and I'm holding a dime piece

Colder by the second Imma freeze in a minute
And all these fake claims made no other way that you spin it

com com)
This is for you Capo
[chorus plays background]
And we sing the name of capo confucious as we preach
The seven that cannot be divided by any

but the door is locked
And you’re on the other side telling me I suck
7 months later I improved, you want a feature cause I’m reaching for the top
Want

I'm a spirit first
A body second
Why my soul
Bring me here
That's the question
It's a reason
What's the meaning

I've searched for it
All the seven

the greatest, just in all due time
And I can't take bullshit from strangers, I don't do bovine
My niggas kill in seven seconds, we might bring back vine
Raised in

one more defeat
Or one more win, bitch how you feel?
Seven Down
Three To go
Can we get a stop
Not make it mo
Stop the run
They chewing time
Bang like

old and worn from the weather
And that's facts
Go ahead and Google the shit whenever
Getting cash back
Know what to do at 7-Eleven
Like a hashtag

see where I landed, did I ever learn my lesson?

Back in '014, had a big ol' dream
Number 7 month, kinda had the energy
Makin' videos and blowin' up,

it like its last second fourth and eight yards
I can't complain about my hand, just bet the chips and play cards
And make a note of how they tried

Ten miles from Illinois
Overlooking the lake
Chicago grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me awake
Chicago showed there was nothing left for people

I think I think too much
I think I drink too much
I think fuck too much
I got a habit
Bad bitches know I'm a savage
Count up them racks go smoke me

doing
Feels like I lost my mind
Staring up at the ceiling and got me dreaming
Of the good old times
Feels like the second hand be moving by the hour
Feel

that
Dead broke Dead broke
Use to be the same damn way hadda use my head tho
Just hadda stack this monday by friday im up 7 fold
7000 plus in my pockets

This time, the sick joke was mine, was me.
Might as well wait forever.
I remember hating myself at the age of seven, journals filled to the brim with

worm
Let me play with your fro please
Woah woah woah bitch after the show
The Neighborhoods got places to go
Smoking on dro
Professing to the mic
How far

attacking, now yeah
cnd this ain't a claim to be patriotic 
I focus more on being a patriarch 
I live my life to by symbiotic 
Go find some other shit to hate

I wanna talk about me, Flush, and my brother Pew
We have something very important to tell you
We are twins, sons of schizophrenia
Upset by

Won't be manipulated by worldy standards
But it's like the truth's illicit
Some of y'all are characters playing roles, just to make some digits
If you

going 30 over the speed limit
There's no time
Grab your lipstick and make up your mind
You have 10 seconds or else I'll make up mine
Five, six, seven

to count
Then I pick up that ounce
I got to get this shit 'fore my bro get out
I got to go flip it remake that amount
Foenem got SK's and AR's they
Give you

out life
Endless cycle I can tell
You gotta unwind a little,
So come sit with me

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On the balcony you decorated, after educating 7th graders
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