Seven

Yeah boy we from the seven Yeah boy we from the seven Boy we from the seven... Yeah... uh boy we from the seven The closest thing to heaven, foot up on the pedal, fame is on the schedule Yeah we from the seven Yeah we from the seven Yeah we from the seven, the closest thing to heaven, foot up on the pedal FAME IS ON THE SCHEDULE! Pedal to the metal, pull the lever, open up what we done seen forever Pull the lever to another level, break some records with a record Never settle for the lesser, make some lessons While we bless up, tomatoe, mota f*ck the catch up With a ruler you can’t even measure... The amount of talent, gotta have it, gotta grab it, gotta stab it Lemme switch it up, I make you hic it up, is it quick enough Yeen swift enough to get with us I could give a f*ck if anyone, anybody... try me I’ll catch a body Stop me, top me, I’m popping, you fucking lie if yo head not nodding Head not bopping Bass not knocking (Nigga you can see the mirror shake Feelings jumping I feel feelings jumping, you can feel the earthquake) Speeding down the interstate, that’s 264, 664, 64 or 58 This where the greatest minds stay... the 75 Boy we from the seven, the closest thing to heaven Foot up on the pedal, fame is on the schedule Yeah we from the seven Yeah we from the seven The closest thing to heaven, fame is on the schedule Foot up on the pedal Boy we from the Seven