7th Heaven (Interlude). lyrics

[Verse 1]
Knock knock open up
Yo there's too much fog I can't see much
I'm puffing on a joint that I rolled for this clutch situation
In LES thoughts racing, sh*t I'm paranoid
Thinking worst case scenarios while I'm trying to avoid one of my old flings
Cause I'm with my new thing
She asked "what's wrong?"
I said my mind's stressed and I'm tired of living headless
She understood, hailed a cab
She sucked me all the way until we hit our humble abode
No service on my cellular phone
Cause of the wing of the building we on
sh*tty loft out in TriBeCa
Hit it in three positions, call that a trifecta
Rolled over to roll over another one
I like getting higher than the damn stratosphere for fun
Asthmatic n*gga but I still got some iron lungs
Shorty said she want to know
What it was like to grow up in the borough
Where all the kings kept it thorough
I told her light this here
We used to hop on the E
Jamaica bound, last stop
Hit Gertz copped a fitted
Dip out to the collie block
Coliseum bottom floor, Benny that's my jeweler
Cash out on the chain, not a fan of Frank Mullers
Bathing Ape killer, my whole squad keep it realer
n*ggas can't see it dog, out here wilding
(n*ggas wilding)