Lyrics:
turning the other eye
Mask my pain, no cameras
Been dodging fame since 97
The bridge you burned cost me a lot
I cancelled you no 7th heaven
They twitter
the arm
you're draggin, put on a bra
your boobs are saggin.
Ed should be dead, Yes, Dear too
Judging Amy, The Practice, The View, 7th Heaven
you should go
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
a glock
Like i'm the 7th path of pain i'm here to bleed the block
And you gone be dead when they get here you don't need the cops
Yung boy moving quiet but
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
give me a second
Now I’m boutta send ‘em to Heaven
I dust the page up on the 7th
Turn your whole teams head in, ya leaden
And fuck nah – Turn it up to 11
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
We all struggle in our own way
It’s true
Attacking rappers I’m coming back with another album
September 7th almost took me when I reached the bottom
it's always the 7th
(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hol onnnnnn)
Heard it before ts Cartier 2
Beautés De Monde it's on top of the blue
Yall got
footsteps
Imma only leave you trailin
I think they fucking jealous
I used to think in 7th grade my mind was blank
Off half a tank of tylenol and aspirin
Have
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
hear me unleash the beast Like the 7th seal was broken
But can I piece together these words spoken
To help me reach my peak
Before I get to speak wise
competitors
Feel like Bill after 7th we settled in
I know imma be here a minute
Like 5th round of goodbyes
With family at Christmas
Propelled by the loss of my
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece
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
(?) 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
without it simulate
Saw my name in lights inside a dream and copping real estate
Had to be a vision when I saw that shit in 7th grade
Ever since that day
out it was too late
Word got around he out of town, moving weight
When he touched down, have a meet me on 7th
Shots rang off but all G's go to heaven
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 great pretender
I love my gooroo i'm filled with glee
I need my gooroo 7th Atmah extasy
I want my gooroo i found my gooroo
The wings of karma panning my
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
never be letting you go
(Now you know why)
I'm lost without you
And there's nothing I can do
You're the one that I can't go without
And by holding
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