Lyrics:
thinking bout the fiends
All that shit haunting in my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my
In the mystical expanse of the 7th room,
Hidden Ink:
Written By: JonPaul L. Feliciano
Intro:
Uh, yeah (x2)
It’s Ruhk Bishop
Chorus:
I came a long way since that baby steppa in the 7th
living it
I mix the lean in the lemonade
Been seen that work since like 7th grade
New bitch is poppin' she heavenly
Matter fact, that bitch from, hell nah
multi platinum, multi diamond nigga from the south
Everyday after high school walked a couple ah miles to the church on 7th
Taught myself music
Cuz
crack of the bat, now i got em shooketh
we don’t do no 7th inning stretch, i don’t rest
i just say it with my chest, ya heard me?
if i let one go from
in me im in the final four
Once they blow me up what's mine is yours
Switch from jpg now its chris dior
These demons are beneath me im on the 7th
sister I was in 7th grade
Same year Avary got stabbed in his heart and moved to heaven gates
He was 2 years old it hurt my soul because I felt the blame
My
and know
Know and know
Shout out to Hollygrove
I'm from that 7th though
Twins know and Lance
Clark know and Matt know
Shit went 180 on me
Please run
(?) with my killas these niggas gone hear us and fear us (they gon' feel us)
With 7th sign and mo! thug all my niggas get love then I gon' ride my nigga
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
and then I fell inside her friend
In high school fell for Dee
In 7th grade I fell for E
The feeling that I got I wished would never end
About to move LA
I'm selling mine
Shots fired but expired by the 7th time
How the fuck you cool
You don't even know the rules
He just flew the coop and
Got chickens he
from Cali, you get it I mail 'em
38 baby I post on the 7th
Hop out the car wit' that Mac-11
Runnin' wit' killers, we all be steppin'
Pull up and spray
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
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
she thought I meant cola
P-P-P-Pull up on ya block, lookin' like I got a weapon
All my dogs in fucking heaven like I'm Jesus in the 7th
I know
stoned
Yeah, 911 heaven
Seven figure nigga, laced out with 7/11
Tonight she ain't yours
She off the 7th Heaven (Let's go)
Blowbama P, she call me
what's my sign, so I threw up the 59
I'm a lord, out the 7th Ward I pick the lock on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red
Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night!
Get up
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
A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets sing like mescaline
They don't get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It
, 7th, 7th Ward
Ayy, 7th Ward
Bitch, I been fuckin' these bitches (7th), now I'm duckin' these bitches (7th)
Untouchable, limitless, ho, don't fuck with
too rough for anyone
He's the 7th street gangster
He looks in the mirror and pulls out his gun
Cocks it and aims it ready for fun
Got a big
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