Lyrics:
cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
You can tell by my actions
When I get flowing pains
My mood starts to swing
The ink is leaving
I lost so many people to these streets
I lost so many people in so many different ways
Feds did a sweep
Police trynna catch up to me
They ain't gone
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
(Hook)
There's bodies in the streets
Leaving 7 bodies more
Seven left by 7
That are rotten to the core
The body's indiscrete
Leaving seven bodies
your path but you didn't know how
A record claimed star by the end of the week
Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street
The problems
people in the street
High low
People in the street high
Low high
Low i was living in a wasteland
Dominated by these maniacs
These complete creeps
I was
my God aint a joke
He never breakin His covenant I got some angels around me they watchin my back
I been covered by the blood so i'll never be trippin
Blazing furnace, anh han anh
Blazing furnace, anh han anh
Oppressed by the strongest
Judges higher ups, corrupt governers
Even by the priest in
And Swallow That
Tricks Make It Rain We Don't Carry Ones
I'm From 7th Street Now Nigga Where You From?
It's A Gang Thang Can't It Money Counters
All We Do Is
what’s sleep
The fam gotta eat
Trap 7 days a week
Nike fleece I gotta yat I gotta glecce
Still in the street so i know these niggas creep
Head
the street
Then that's seven more busta's who claim they got heat
And then it takes seven more see's before I start to reach
Then that's 2-1 for the set now
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
spiritual In the street, in the street
(Chorus by Totty Dior)
I’m the sunlight Shining like a star
Superstar dream it can't stay far
Am so fast compare me
go fussing
Rarely pick the phone for nothing
Unless you my bro my brethren
Stay by my lone all seven
I don't really hold no grudges
I don't really
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why..
His life was took at such
Isolation is the only thing for me
Everyone should separate by six or seven feet
Stay off of the beaches and stay out of the streets
Only go into
seven days
And way too many nights
And hit the Streets of San Francisco
Runnin' for her life
A week in cosmetology two weeks in airline school
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
that ever bought us
Grateful for every lesson these by any streets taught us
Started off in the streets
We would take collection from the fiends
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