SEVEN/NEVES ft. Player 0 Lyrics

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Making the beat I'm a 160 rapper, I'm taking the power out of the adaptor

I say it one breath, so I won't say it after

I think that I'm better, but you not a rapper

I came in this bitch with some of my subtractors

We doing the math and you can't be a actor

I say what I want, and you can't say it after

My vocab is different from all you cappers

I hate taking naps 'cause I cannot sleep after

If I keep the flow can I be the connector

And where's the connection inside of the park

It's so colossal, I think it's a shark

I put the I and the F and the heart

Put those together, I know you could start

I'm on the street, why they gotta bark

I'm about action, bitch, I wanna bark

You call me Brook

'Cause I'm on the bark

You call me Nami, 'cause I'm at the park

I'm on his beat, I'm a 160 rapper

I make the remake, I'm spittin' it faster

I cannot count the amount when it's backwards

I cannot count the amount in the classroom

I cannot write with your wife in the bathroom

I cannot write if you say I'm an asshole, okay

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Lie that you tell, you a comedy master

Lie that you spit is a comedy special

I put the Hart on the stage and I ask him

Do you decide what to say with a smile?

Do you decide what you saying out loud?

Do you decide how to talk when you want to?

Can everybody stop using they mouth?

You take a second, you take a second, ha

That's enough, I'm back

Had to describe what I think when I rap

Say it's my shit when I'm flipping it back

I see the wall and I mention the color

I see the wall and I mention the picture

I see the wall and I mention the posters

Green, motivation for right now

Lie that you tell you a comedy master

Lie that you spit is a comedy special

I put the Hart on the stage and I ask him

Do you decide what to say with a smile?

Lie that you tell you a comedy master

Lie that you spit is a comedy special

I put the Hart on the stage and I ask him

Do you decide what to say with a smile?

Ha

Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven

Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven

Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven

Seven, seven, se

Yeah

Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven

Hop up on the plane, seven, seven, seven, seven

Never been the same, I can't tell you where I'm headed

I'm the one who's different, I'm the one they know who said it

How you want some beef but I'm the one who wanna dead it?

Fuck your Christmas gift, I won't give you another present

Just forget your past, I only want you for your present

Staying by myself, I had some help, not co-dependent

Features hit me up, don't want to ask "When are you sending?"

Now

I'm really cold, I just broke my tendon

Wear some fancy clothes, don't bring no hoes up to my wedding

Making money, selling out these shows, I've never once pretended

I don't wanna hit another reset in my settings

To this park and to that park is just a different setting

Throw the dice or flip a coin, it's just another betting

Take a picture, change the meaning, just another heading

Talk about it to your friends, let's get the news spreading

Walk a mile to the store but end up just forgetting

Why I came here

Why it rain here

Why is it lame here

What can I gain here

It's bringing pain here

Neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves

Neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves

Neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves

Yuh

Neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves

You know I sound like a cat, you know I sound like a cat

Huh, Yeah

You know I had to rap on him rappin'

You know I had to stack when I'm stackin'

You know I hit the market when I'm lackin'

You know I need to proceed when I'm packin'

They wanna take the pic of the Wraith

That shit invisible, I'm hittin' criticals

"I don't make beats no more," that would be critical

They wanna turn it around like it's pivotal

Ha, bitch I make portals, yeah, gun with the colors

Charge up the speaker, push up like Ski then I float her

This shit demonic no Hell Incarnate

Motherfucker, keep whispering, you better shut the fuck up

You better stand the fuck up

You better walk up to me with a good ass tape or I take it and break it up

The angels will take it up

Said R.I.P to that shit, but its goin' to hell 'cause the music deplorable, yeah

Shit, I'm the principle, yeah, you better follow me

I keep on moppin', my faces not blue, but Korean my tea is so

Hot with the sugar, yeah, hot with the sugar, yeah

Break it no Kit Kat, huh

Break it no 8-ball, yeah

Shoutout the Rubix, you work out the cubicle, I spin

I spin, yeah yeah

Uh

You know I work out the cubicle, ah, I spin

Meow, bitch

Veni, vidi, vici, yeah