7 BIGMACS Lyrics

Fruits of my labor I reap that

Seed in the soil I keep that

105 BPM yeah I beat that

Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that

Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly

This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly

Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly

I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me

Child of the Most High yeah I done been that

Truth never left baby this is not a comeback

Take away your breath got you askin' where your lungs at

Poison to the heart got you askin' where the fun at

Pain in the soul we just learn how to love that

But who finna teach us how to live right above that

Psalms hook it up gotta know where the plug at

Bad company got you asking where the rug at

Thought my name summer I got heat and the waves

I do this thang eazy but I ain't from the Bay

They swear that he the devil but his name is Lecrae

And capitalism got these jokers goin' insane

Aw mane I was runnin' with the gang

Till I met a lil queen who was down for a covenant let me get an amen

One heart one mind one flesh one life one of a kind

No dice but this a two-player game

Fruits of my labor I reap that

Seed in the soil I keep that

105 BPM yeah I beat that

Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that

Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly

This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly

Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly

I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me

They just worries 'bout the method they don't understand the section

What it mean to be neglected what it mean to have perspective

Land of the Free but humanity sold separate

They keep a nine in the door incase the time get desperate

Pushin' parents first time authority get tested

Or the lack of a father somehow we see that a blessin'

Can't see cause only the masses that be affected

And publicity that trickle in when a figure address it

Covers of our conscious wonder what would happen if we undressed em'

Look your nemesis in the eye and proceed to just bless em'

Round the globe and in my backyard I am a vessel

Wise up and understand the fear of God is essential

We on for the offset got armor on my chest

And Israel poppin' from NY to Stockton

There's plenty of options and plenty of talkin'

Had to opt out from company who plan on just watchin'

Fruits of my labor I reap that

Seed in the soil I keep that

105 BPM yeah I beat that

Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that

Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly

This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly

Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly

I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me

I got check

Up on death

Meant what I said

Thas a bet

I'm the boy who cried wolf

But the wolf is the boy and the boy

Got woke he no longer a wolf

He apart of the flock now

Him and God talk now

Serpent yappin' at his heels

Now he gotta talk down

Pride up in the sky man he had to get it shot down

Anointed in and out the pocket even in the pop sound

Throne room of grace with the King that's the stomp grounds

Cold facts homie we ain't playin' with ya top boy