Lyrics:
I'm Rock Lee boutta open up my 7th gate yuh
I can't feel my body and I cannot feel my face
Call me Peter Parker feel in love with Mary Jane
Boutta
lemonade in the shade
Just another day in the 7th Ward by the lake
Yeah, bitch, where I stay
I be riding in that camo Jeep
Double cup is ocean deep
I'm
beyond the light of the sun
Knowledge will keep you forever young
I'm on the ledge of the 7th heaven
Devils attempted to defend levels they can't ever
humbly united
My family never divided
Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, 7th Sign
For the F-B-I you want to come test my Enterprise
Bitch you
on the go pro
Phat Panda beats shined up and now they Rolls Gold
Hit the 7th floor and Scoobaliscious get your mind blown
Just like back in the day
But now we
want a slice
Dance in 7th heaven to the Rhythm of the night
Who's the Master
Shi
Who's the Master
Me Bih
Bow bow bow bow
Bow to the your Master
Bow bow
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
b
E baby debbie tell me did
blessed with sentience?
Always being afraid of death, will be the real death of us
When I was in 7th grade, I destroyed a computer my parents bought me
I
I spoke to my girl friend she's thirty seven
You would think that I'm in 7th heaven
I'm living too fast, ignoring the warnings
I know that I'll pay
February break up with her around February 7th
Your love life will be in shambles but your pockets will be in heaven
If it's Christmas time breakup with her
around to catch a wave
I never can be replaced
Duplicate it’s never same
Bitches call from 7th grade
It’s hard too shake this game
I’m still deep in they
Bone here we are
In and out your car, and calm
Call me in the 7th song
Regime, you can't get in the battle zone
(Chorus)
(Bizzy)
I see no black
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
can't keep you close
I been had to hustle evicted from my crib in 7th grade
Needed new clothes sold dope and got good pay
Fuck a real job I made my own
Free the real that's locked behind the gates
'Member when I used to flip a 8th
Make the 7th money by the 8th
All this ice and I don't even skate
Big
Makes sense but uhh deep values I made dense,
Found zen, and lost hate my 6th 7th and 8th sense
I'm sayin' f*ck all that drama yo I'm good
The present
snitches
Time's still changing 'cause brothers
Turnin' into snitches
Yeah, I be that 7th Ward
Lord with them devil horns
Born and raised in the waves
a close call with a grenade
I think we both must have been about 7th grade
But don't panic we both survived without damage
But we developed a bond like we
the 7th heaven dad got a clean slate
Yeah this is America I must say (off topic)
I love going where I’m paid to be
I don’t even know who made the beat
If
going into war
I remember when my brother died up on the 7th floor
I know they hear my story this some shit they cant ever ignore
Hit the stage its
this aint usually how I move
But don't be confused
Behind the scenes I been out making moves
My cd at 7th heaven right on troost
If you got a few dollas
much say on the 7th album? - light
There's ill niggas that ain't poppin' without him
Like, if I'm the final destination, y'all know the outcome, right
rough
Gotta shove down the pain show I'm actually tough
The creator lookin at me reading language of love
The liquid move through me upon the 7th I seal
Cromartie interceptions. (hahaha)
Knock knock at door/ “what ya’ll knocking for?”/ “Um excuse me, it’s your neighbour from the 7th floor”,
We can feel
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