Seven - BLASTOFF

Some of y'all niggas talking like you my breed
Niggas sleep on me highkey, and I do not think of it lightly
But I stay with a check like I'm checking for Nike
I don't do it politely
I'm a real killa, I'm a real nigga
I don't really care if you don't like me
Shorty I'm blasting off
Schooling I'm cooling like Asher Roth
Graduated from the passive, I just really want the action after all
Pass it off
Pull up in traffic, ain't driving no Scions
I am the topic, what you got your eye on
I shoulda let all the bygones be bygones but I'm too competitive, hit like a sedative
Daddy snapped when he named me, really went crazy, I think about it and laugh
Been a G, catch a beat like AB, hold the E and that's really the gift of the gab
Been a messenger wrestling messages
Don't gotta stress cuz I know I been blessed with this
Angel my angle, I'm breaking my neck wit this
No I ain't made it but I'm on the precipice
Blew racks on a few of my shoes, so I tread much lighter than a few of y'all dudes
Rap like this is a suicide move cuz you other lil niggas can't do what I do
Sorry Chi Town, but the cape on the rag gotta drape wit the drip cuz my name on the back
And I came from the Raq with a rack and I stacked till a rack was change
Change came back
Chain hang low and it ain't got snatched cuz my name hold weight like a bar on the rack
Star when I rap & the rats show that
Westside nigga, spitting, a go getter
Physical gorilla, fold for no nigga
Flow surgical, my price surging though
I heard you know ya bird'll go, I'm in her ear like vertigo
Bird's eye over niggas, lines vertical
That's word to Row and word to more, I might hurt em though
It's personal, my personnel will murder yours
You give me beats, I murder those
Splurge again, for certain though
I'm certified, I'm certain I really always search for more, it's
Showtime till the curtain close
I wish a nigga would tell me how the work should go, just sit back

Written by:
Richard Townsell

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