[Intro - Hermi7 Khalfani]
Son, that's gonna be funny at the beginning of this verse
*Laugh* Josh dumb
[Verse 1: Hermi7 Khalfani]
Ay yo
I'm stepping out my door, encountered guards of King Richard
Robbing from the poor, got hoods over my Ford engine
Wind in my face like slaps, homie I'm paying attention
Played my cards, Perrier-Jouët, ay yo it had me trippin'
Let's kick specifics, yo the hermit weigh eight tons
Towering my rivals on the mic I'm a great one, you late hun
Feeling shive, so trying to shake some
Eggshells still in my pan, go head and bake somethin'
It's pure lobotomy, my lyrical slaughtering
Butcher down them steaks, if beef, you want a part of me
She'll pardon me
I got ties like Mr. Humphrey, I'll show y'all through the jungle if niggas decide to dump me
Like Marcello--the hometown crime boss mellow
The marsh outskirts of the city--hall, shooting pool with Kitty
For these gems I'm livin', I can sight the fools gold in them Tim's, you slippin'
Word to Chez Helene, my fam ill in the kitchen
We cook crack for the ears and garnish the fried chicken
Mad sickening how the mic could get blistered cause of what I'm spittin'
Filthy as hog swine, my nigga you gotta listen
Getting bacon out the pig pen, cheddar up out them milk tits
Elijah on the mix, so you know this a classic
My class sick, generation of mass havoc, they asked for them dawgs so nigga we let 'em have Vick
My city in a crescent, the moonshine's effervescent
Them niggas trip for cash them digits look like a blessing
A way up out the hoods, take goods if you accept it
And niggas--suppress the pain and squeeze triggers
Suspect you suspect, release and squeeze quicker, it's bigger
I know you ain't content with your livin', seven niggas get the money, seven niggas is with ya
[Hook: Elijah Reign]
Watch the stars fall from the sky as we get mad high off the vibe
We the life of the night we gettin' right
Fag niggas think we ain't shit, we get the money
Close doors with the crew, run a train on ya honey
I think it's funny how we rhyme, we do this all the time
Broke niggas cuffin' up they dimes
We exist, you suck dicks, we blow piff and cut throats as we get rich
We them niggas
[Verse 2: CashMoneyChip]
Underdog back on the prowl, fuck the past let's focus on what's happening now
Take opponents to the post, I'm just backing 'em down
From the city of Super Sundays and packin' them rounds
But not I, nor my set, we just packin' them rhymes
Move forward not backward, no rewind button
Hermit scoping out just in case niggas try somethin'
The son of cousin, if Nas had another son y'all ain't know about then the chances are
It's I cousin
Cause the flow gotta come from him or the man above
So stand tall like when ya playing ball and run ya point, other wise you'll be lying with doves
And homie lied, ain't no ribbon in the sky for love
If heaven's true, I hope I make it but the world is so jaded and this girl is so faded
And I might stroke
So God forgive me in advance and whatever's destined for me, just keep me in your plans
[#05FUBUJerseyNiggaz Skit]
[Hermi7 Khalfani & Nappz Bacon]
*laughs*
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
Say son, you remember when nigga used to rock FUBU Jerseys son?
[CashMoneyChip]
FUBU Jerserys dawg!
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
Nigga had the fire number five on the front and on the back
Nigga thought he was shive, shive
[CashMoneyChip]
Ay ay, I been, I been, ayyy ay bruh I ain't even wear mine forward
I wore my shit backwards my nigga
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
But why you sleep, I'm bout to cop me one nigga gotta go on eBay
[CashMoneyChip]
Oh fasho! Gotta put a bid in
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
Eastbay!
[CashmoneyChip]
Hope I win the bid, yaheardme!
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
Footlocker.gov!
[CashMoneyChip]
Master-P, you know Master P trying to beat me, yahearmde!
[Elijah Reign]
Son, what about them jerseys with "Unknown" on the back?
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
*laughs* This bitch said "unknown"
[CashMoneyChip]
Oh oh, the platinum FUBU joints, oh yeah!
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
Nigga said he had a platinum! I had the brown and orange
[CashMoneyChip]
Ay, Ay but, Ay but real talk. This 7 checkin' in, 7NiggazGetDa$$$
Y'all know the motto by now
*background chatter*
But ay look, Free Boosie, ya know what I'm sayin', Free Max B, owwwww
Free the wave, ummm Free C-Murder too, we ain't forgot about you
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
Free my grandma!
[CashMoneyChip]
And that's word to $pitta, we ain't forgot about you C-Murder
[Elijah Reign]
My nigga Freddie, hold ya head
[CashMoneyChip]
Hold ya head, Freddie
[Hermi7 Khalfani]
Yaheardme!
