ON SE7EN (feat. Pella daGoat)

Man, hell yeah, anything pella the goat Muthafuckin' does, you know that's G-Seven Approved I am the muthafuckin' C.E.O. of seven six seven, F*ck you mean yeah Straight like that if G-Seven stamped that shit, Then that shits Muthafuckin' stamped ask Davo, J.P. and Jack Payne We got .45s and .38s and .22s And .223s Colts and Glocks and Heckler & Koch with APRs and laser Beams I might slide right up beside You with my Shiesty mask on Green Pull this Taurus out my jeans and then evacuate The scene Got people in position, bills to pay and shit to see All that cap inside your rap sounds like you talkin' bout your dreams You so quick to run your mouth bout this and that Or Him and me I did ten years in the state, bitch, I ain't never touched P.C. Not tryin' to brag or pop no tag, but I've been Focused on my check If you focus on your bag and hustle harder, you'd Be next Instead of comin' up all on your own, your ass just Tryin' to flex How you sendin' shots at me, then all on Facebook tryin' to beg I've been a name at every camp from level five Back to T.C. I've been steppin' with that legend on my seven, G.F.G. Boy, you know your ass can't throw no salt or Even f*ck with me We both know your flag got folded, you can't Even scream, Hoogee All that tough guy talk, you tryin' to pop, don't Send that shit my way Matter of fact, unless you got my racks, ain't Nothin' left to say We both know you got that ho shit in your blood, Bitch, fix your face Probably rappin' out your flap while your ass Waitin' on your trays I ain't no killer, but you ain't either, boy, so who You tryin' to play Here's a tip, get off them strips, cause you done Turned into a J. Callin' yourself Jeezy, boy, you know you ain't that Trap Don't make me laugh, this shit too easy. plus, you Know I am that krack I just wanna tell y'all brothers I love y'all, seven Love This is coming from the big homie, bruh, you Know what I'm sayin' The way that we did this shit, the way that I did it Is how it got built I paved the path, and y'all paved the way for it big Facts It was 9-11-2008, Davo Brought me home, back at Autry State And I been puttin' on cause I'm trained to go, I can Show you shit and make your brain explode Before I was claimin', you say you was reppin', I Know you Insane, cause bitch, I'm the gang I get respect that you'll never obtain, you only Got with the team tryin' to make you a name Why is you always tryin' to chase fame, go chase You a check And stay the f*ck out of my Lane, as soon as we Crash, that's your ass on your neck But since you been shootin' your shots, shawty, You might wanna make it your best Ain't no flex, cause if I start shootin' shots back, I'ma end up beatin' your ass to death You ain't no killer, I know that You ain't You do what you can, and I'll do what you can't Puttin' in work, and really earnin' that rank And standin' on business, and breakin' that bank Even out numbered, I stood in the paint I dare you to think that this shit is a game I never complain, but mention my name, and I'ma Be bringin' that flame on seven Yeah shinedizzy, you know shine, used to call me For everything, right That shit gets watered down, bitch, we gon' Empty the pool Out F*ck you talkin' bout Man, you already know what the f*ck goin' on, man Most, definitely, I love you though, famo Alright, krack, I love you, boy Ayy, little Sammy you tryin' to split a track, but Boy, I'd rather split your wig Every track that we on gas, but all your shit soundin' like mids All that shit you rap about, lil' kracker, you ain't Ever lived I done fucked your baby mama, and that bitch Done had my kid Ayy, yeah pella, he done mentioned how you said You loved it in P.C. So that means you better find a hideaway when You touch down in these streets The difference between you and me Yeah, I'm solid and you weak, so don't be holdin' out your hand Comin' around here, this shit ain't free The only time we shot a one, you had to sneak me On the Low And right before you hit my ass, you was actin' Like we bros We done sent you plenty money to feed your ass And get a phone But you blew it all on strips, cause you a junkie And a ho Yeah, you say you king of the mountains, boy, but You ain't runnin' shit Everybody, they f*ck with me, boy, but you ain't Even missed Say you wanna do an album, kracker, you can suck A dick Then go pick up that flag you folded, and holler Out, how You a bitch On seven Sick boy on the motherfuckin' track, man Yeah, shout out Pella Shout out G-Seven Shout out Davo Big krackers on the track, man. ayy Phantom Records in this, bitch Baakwoodz in this, bitch V.G. productions in this, bitch We got the whole thing on lock, boy Y'all shit ain't even on shit And don't forget that I knew you grew up in my Goddamn city, boy You little pussy ass f*ck, boy Put this shit on Seven