7000 A Key

No Auto-Tune just bars nigga'
It's the mufuckin' gang
Turff what up?

Said Breezy come back
Like a kid with quick wits
I'm loved by all my niggas'
Like biddies with big tits
I just do this for the culture
And to fatten all my pockets up
Rhymes go over head like skippin' ropes
I give the trenches hope
The way I do it like I'm hanging with the Holy Ghost
Turff can have the Phantom
I pull up in the Rolly Ghost
Tryna' level up on every play
You good with old results
Red beam clean
Ima' send 'em to the Holy Ghost

Guess who?
I don't move the way the rest do
I formulate a way to strike and move the way that chess do
I'm charged up
Here for money
Put your arms up
No Rainbow in the Sky but the Leprechaun got his Charms up
Red Alert!
Code Red!
This is not a drill!
I'm the rugged one
From the coast
Spazzin' like I popped a pill
At their neck like a rosary
For the bag that's no grocery
All I know is imma' get it
So I ain't talking bout Hopefullies'

To say I'm dope
The understatement of the year
I got cadence and delivery
Punches hit you where ya liver be
Even in the coldest of Earth's climates
I don't get shivery
They want me dead
I'm hard to kill
Just like Frieza be
Nigga please
I been on my way since my first step
Went through hunger and some losses
Dealt with a few deaths
In my Circle only Bosses
Bring the heat straight out the desert
Like Osiris tryna kill Set
Horace how I'm up next

I'm just an All Bars spitta'
From the sticks
Certified South Shore goonie in the mix
Keep it a buck like a loonie no tricks
Grew up in the 9
Trust none
I'm always checkin' 6
Doing things
I used to think was impossible
Palm trees like Flatbush
Turn Zombie from the tropical
She thinks I'm cold
So she treats me like a Popsicle
They didn't see me going in and now I'm too optical

Asthmatic
Pullin' strings like Lenny Kravitz
Red flags and bad habits
With my niggas rollin' cabbage
I need a patch for the kids
And set the homies straight
And a bag for meetin' Peter
When I make it up to Heaven's Gates
Push weight
Like i'm fightin' with a sumo
I used to work the block
Would show up late to see my PO
Godly aura in my ego
See my features up on Vevo
I'm the Heart of the Planet
They should start to call me Ego

You can find me in a hot tub smoking runtz now
In and out of places
Y'aint been once now
I stay authentic I ain't into the fronts now
That's why I'm always flippin' words like they stunts now
Bitch I'm in the backwoods!
And yes Sir we got wraps
Yes sir we get rugged
That's word with no caps
I just swerve on a goofie'
Round dem I run laps
How am I shinin'
I'm in the Darkside
Guess I had to adapt
Huh?



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Writer(s): Aubrey Borden
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