I stay in LA
(Intro)
Ari, you're so stupid (no I'm not)
504 (let's go)

I stay in the seventh, where you shoot or get shot
You either a opp, or you a thot
Bullets fly, and bodies drop
I stay in the seventh where you his bitch not his wife
Girls not going nowhere without a knife
Where you just 16, but doing life
I live in the seventh, where moms burying their sons
And their daughters always on the run
Even 12 year olds no where without a gun
I stay in the seventh, where making it to 18 is a miracle
And 21 is a blessing
Only thing on niggas mind is fucking
I stay in the seventh, you weird to be bi or gay
Don't got no home? Then you a mothafucking stray
And everybody some mothafuckin' snakes
I stay in the seventh, where girls telling there niggas to be safe
Cause they might get popped the next day
And you gotta tell they mom, but don't know what to say
I stay in the seventh, where R.I.P in everybody vocabulary
I stay in the seventh, where mommas crying, teens dying, police lying, opps riding, I'm tired of trying
I stay in the seventh
Where I'm hiding