Seventh

[Intro]

[verse 1]
If I wasn't that beautiful blooming petal from concrete
And just a flower my pollen falling at God’s feet
Would fly sneakers resonate? Jealousy? Hate?
Or from the bleachers would they plead the blood of Jesus that I elevate?
My simple wonderings, all my success is humbling
I can’t succumb to that
Cause these homies in my circumference
They real niggas, Real niggas get it popping
Like 23 on my back, so me backing down ain't no option
I inspire them to rise for a change
I mastered the art of creation
Being patient, opening lanes
I put my hood on the map
I got one shot at that spot, two niggas waiting to trap
Fade away trey for the win
Now they’re screaming I’m top five
When I’m carried by six niggas
Make them remember I was the seventh one

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Truth is, I got a pathological palate, I’m passionate
So I can’t waste these talents
Even if the “J” I lit is on and off again
I’m better equipped to tighten my grip
Before quitting on what I offer, I put hours in
See they say my talents are towering awful high in the sky
But some niggas who see me skying don’t really want me to fly
Cause they don’t champion my championships
I ain't trying to pitch a nigga Caine fame
No pistols and colored handkerchiefs
Stressing is failure, progression pour through my pores
Like sweat as wet as that net
When I’m blessed to step on the floor
My mission to conquer, confident, karma be my reward
To get my mama out that Honda, put niggas on one accord
I’m more livid than timid, that’s period
Not a colon or comma
Not while I’m breathing and not a meaning diminished
I put my love on the sentence
God relates to my struggles
On the seventh day he was finished

[hook]