Lyrics:
an elevator
Never had Halloween, shoot at 7th graders
Breep, beep bitch, that’s the respirator
Don’t say a word, get down, you a meditator
Big Kaydo got
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
one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher named mr. dulah
Who used to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just listen
Cause.. this is no
on and on
I'm ins like- (don't rock my yacht)
I got gills like Johnny, sell that 7th Elf (well, good for ya)
Bigger than bigs, dig it (I dug it)
Ways that
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
'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's
there were seven emcee's in the 7th grade
i would kick seven rhymes had only seven made
but those seven rhymes we stole
note the way your toning
i gave
felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th
squad knows I bleed blue
I'm from the 7th
I can show you how my dargs move
Stand your ground like there's
Nowhere to run to
Sip double cups, my bitches
in the 7th house the 11th hour
To connect what God allowed us your flowers blossom
From birds and bees collided the world is ours
And hold you closely
Dependin' on how you keep your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and nothin' but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My classmates sellin' yay
we still breathin' (aah!)
I'm the black sheep of this music industry shit
Used to be a flock of us but now the flock's depleting
7th Ward
Dem fi know me born january 7th
Hear my cry, oh Jah attend to my prayer
From the end of the earth, I will cry to you
When my heart is overwhelmed
In 7th grade, we promised that we'd never break each other's heart
Fought with the pressure of deep depression while naked makin' confessions
and all of these vultures
Doves do cry when you die
Riding on the Northside, yeah, the far side
Hit the 7th Ward
Might get frostbite
On the day I
on 7th Avenue.
But I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her,
Praying she won't cancel again tonight.
And the waiter served my coffee with
7th or 8th, 145th [head on the ground]
You dyin' you move one more inch
The Henny got him, he throwin' up, he take one more sip
Hit one more lick,
December 7th
Popsy did you make it heaven
Talk to God make he fight our battle
I go try, I go make things dey happen
I'll be like Thor in this real life
time is mmmmm i wanna feel like I'm in service
Middle school I was heartless 7th grade I was star stupid
High school came regardless Dude was sick that
me tap it
217 To the 511
Send my ass to heaven
Back with the reverend
We ain't talk-in 7th heaven
Really flowin' really goin' got you groovin'
Uh
the days
We didn't dwell on our fait
Blowing wit T60t and Crazo on 7th
On Mook and paCman on 8th
Watching For The Enemies
While we Still up On The Creep
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
and live inside my head to kick them out they gave me meds
That shit ain’t gon' fix me up put me down then pick me up
Think I’m on my 7th drink bartender
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
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