Lyrics:
the only one here
That ain't holdin' me pack
Everyone's friendly
'till the dugout's empty
So she's looking for god at
The 7th street entry
I'm honest
say he a hunnit how could it be
Stand on top of my 6 i been a boss 7th letter the alphabet ima g
Real gangster move silent you niggas wilding all this
me mentally. My uncle got a life sentence? but nah bruh a century. I gotta lot of arms to extend, I’m not a centipede. I been a “G”, the 7th letter
might be On The Road Again
Messin' around with my Pride & Joy
But I'll still be countin' My blues still a-mountin
I'm the 7th Son Of A Seventh Son and I
a problem
Used to pack up a lot of candy tryna make profit
Used to move it at the school yard
Thinkin’ I was gon’ solve it
7th grader with intentions to get
Moorestown, yo, they got a lot of those
I came through 7th grade, and beyond, with the honor roll
I will abolish those who think they not
And niggas look down,
dinosaurs
Howling from the distant shores of 7th avenue
Sirens scream with all their might
Across the airwaves of the night
And beamed as if by
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
the 7th grade, before a verse ever got me paid
Before I ever put my 2 feet on a stage, I was livin' mediocre wit' roaches on the floor
We used a curtain
wealth ay
But he had to go sedate her
He just really had to rape her
Cuz he was tryin since the 7th grade Man and still he couldn't date her
Shit but
I remember a math teacher I had in 7th grade,
he talked down to me about every single day.
And to make the matters worse, the bastard failed me too
7th grade I figured out
That my porn start tits are pretty powerful
They make boys be nice to me
For a week
Then they trade that shit like Pokémon
I'm not simply
I go through bitches kick em out just like its 7th inning
She let me paint it On the daily
Need a Polaroid
Fucking on Jody momma
Baby boi
his shine)
(And he slangs his iron)
And that 7th ward, he a hard-head too
(That nigga a donkey man)
(I got tell ya, that St. Bernard loving that nigga)
all about the money
I was in the 7th grade, shootin' dice for the money
Tryna hit this other 9-5, writin' rhymes by the nightlight
Tryna get us up out
on the 7th
Karma Fck dem nigguhs
Either I’m Hannah Montana
Or I’m Georgia Washington
Get my Richard Nixon in
Cuz Donald trump awful.
Bishop said I’m goin
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
winning
We coulda left in the middle of the 7th
But I was heaven, yeah I was heaven
You shined brighter than them stadium lights
I was falling, all caught
it with my vibe
Used to treat that like my treasure
7th grade, can't come outside
I got suspended
I'm fuckin' any bitch I want
I want my weed to be
dinosaurs
Howling from the distant shores of 7th avenue
Sirens scream with all their might
Across the airwaves of the night
And beamed as if by
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
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
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And just so Conservatives don't take it
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