ON SE7EN (feat. Pella daGoat) Video (MV)

Man, hell yeah, anything pella the goat Muthaf*ckin' does, you know that's G-Seven Approved
I am the muthaf*ckin' C.E.O. of seven six seven, F*ck you mean yeah Straight like that if
G-Seven stamped that shit, Then that shits Muthaf*ckin' 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 f*cked 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 motherf*ckin' 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