It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
Drug dealers til this day,
She do everything i say
When you see the instant replay
Live, and die, on this day,
February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn
Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm
Oh, why do i live this way
Ruins every day
She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right
It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.
Cause todays garbage collection day
This is hip hop for today
In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?
Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck
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