7th Heaven (Interlude).

[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, shit 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 Shitty 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 nigga 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 Niggas can't see it dog, out here wilding (Niggas wilding)