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the moment stops. 

“K bro I’m not even joking, I’ve listened to it probably the 7th time in a row, like I just have it playing on repeat, like I actually

wagon, call G30, he G macking, prolly up on 7th ave
And bussing, laughing, dutting ashes
All the opps we got is dead, we roll up gas and puff it pass it, I

My Section

The Hot Boys

Let 'Em Burn

2003

(Lil' Wayne)
Say Juvenile, in my section they be killing
All day glocks be drilling
You won't catch nobody chilling
Cause we trying to make a million

Ticc
Since 7th Grade me & Kimp been solid
Rule number one can’t trust nobody
Never Gone forget who was on my side
On my team, ready to win
Never Gone

bed was made
Woke up kinda good how you woke dead today
Already had a stack plus added by the 7th play
1300 front and back block where the devils play

It all started in something like 7th grade 
I got your number and we texted everyday 
We've been friends and it was always that way 
We had jokes

Pass up the rock
The the the rock
Pass up the rock
The the the rock
East 7th Street
260, that was the better me
A young boy
Never broken again
I’d give

an office on the 7th floor
Big bad city well it’s hard breathe, when you’re country to the core
I’d rather be out where I can see for miles, with my friends

fruit of the ghetto,
Only a meadow flowing with milk and honey can settle and seed on
I am the 7th year harvest my hungry people can finally feed from.
(I

she in love with me
My bitch she sexy, in love with me
She wanna get fucked to sleep
So she can dream about fuckin' me
I was that nigga in 7th grade

nigga just in queso
Bean popping in the 7th grade, my whole life lookin like a burrito
Dog yes I been the best, see it in the ingredients this is where I

and she get this stroke like I’m playing golf
Posted on 7th right by the lofts,
If they want beef the it’s danger, bangers on bangers on bangers
Y’all don’t

Had Free lunch in the 7th grade
A Free spirit, nigga never hate
God get me outta hell for Heaven sake
My deep lyrics who could relate
Trapped in

for the second we clock
You in the curfew
Call it a rorsarch blob test, but na
Like a 7th generation jet
I put time in my craft
Approaching the aisle

Hero

Flesh-N-Bone

5th Dog Let Loose [Clean]

2000

(?) 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

to make sure no one gets me
Just to make sure they don't know 
My death tendencies
That's been following me
Since 7th Grade
Thought of it as a phase
But it

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

By the 7th day he would act a fucking fool
When I moved, tried to get some shit out of my room
He was blocking me from doing so and lost his cool

I

Contessa to the chicken...get the Texas Pete// If you lost on the highway, get directions B. my 7th grade teacher knew i had drugs, she was scared of me// I

7th grade I became someone I wasn’t
Find it hard to look inside your reflection when you don’t don’t love it 
Insecurities of all kind 
Rooted in my

apprehended
I got reprimanded
Almost made me panic
So i had to call upon his name

It was the 7th Round
Gettin knocked out
By that lil girl
Mary Jane

Ngl it

out here winning on me
That's why my head is out here spinning on Me, They got me on an Island
I'm Deontay Wilder in the 7th tryna catch my balance
Look

to this day.
I was a young nigga, like 7th grade.
Fuck it because either way, been in houses w/ Stevie.
Had the bird hot, ran to the bitch house for the 3

to floss, but as i got older i had to realize dat i gotta mature nd now ima ball, da bitches dat dubbed me back in 7th grade, dey up on my dick cuz im self