VII (USA)
Runitup.
[Intro]
N***as still sleep, they about to live a nightmare
Ay
N***as still sleep, they about to live a nightmare

[Verse 1]
Ay
Young n***as really ain’t spitting like this
Most n***as really ain’t got it like that
Sun really showin what I put on my wrist
Killing n***as broad day, it get hot in all black
And I’m outta my mind, but that’s kinda my niche
Y’all got flows but I got em on tap
I’m a westside boy wit the glow on my fist
Say the city whole name, we don’t call it Chiraq
But I run up the score n***a
Run me the racks
Sum up the year, I have been on attack
Been on a roll, coming wit facts
I put in dough, and I got it back
Word is bond, you know my name if you heard the song, spring and the summer, I’m bringin in hunnids, I’m singin in front of a herd of blondes
I been so focused on eating, I almost forgot how to show all my manners, been setting the table for all of my people with rappin, so happens I’m settin the standard and
I got em movin they hands again, y’all n***as stiffer than mannequins, Pretty young n***a with prettier women, they see me and I’m makin fans of them

[Chorus]
New Js, nike socks
Few chains, might be hot
Ski mask, run me that
Please, never write me off
I been in my bag, got the summer bagged too
Westside till I die so I got it tattooed
Ay
Hustle till I can’t, I need guala to survive
I ain’t never changed, Iguodala with the 9
I been in my bag, got the summer bagged too
Westside till I die, so I got it tattooed, ay

[Verse 2]
Hop out the crib if they pay me, baby
I don’t react to a maybe
Really, these n***as, they hate me, ay but
I hope they hating in HD, watchin me move
N***as be snoopin, I just make improvements
My grades good at Stanford but I’m still goin so stupid, and I do this, and 3-0 on the beat so it’s never that nice, 0 to a hunnid runnin you was never that type, and I heard what you did on the beats we had, n***as played, & it never got hype, and really ain’t much when it come to dealin with us, but if you feelin it really then you you gon have to be ready, I keep a written on standby to blow like a landmine, I waited for respect, and now I gotta demand mine, the boy

[Chorus]
New Js, nike socks
Few chains, might be hot
Ski mask, run me that
Please, never write me off
I been in my bag, got the summer bagged too
Westside till I die so I got it tattooed
Ay
Hustle till I can’t, I need guala to survive
I ain’t never changed, Iguodala with the 9
I been in my bag, got the summer bagged too
Westside till I die, so I got it tattooed, ay

[Verse 3]
I think we mighta just made up another one, I get excited whenever it’s smoke
I just got too much to do with the game and I get right back to it whenever I’m broke
Shoutout to Dahzi, I know that he got me, and God be the reason we bout to blow up, no Benghazi, I’m drivin my way to the top and my n***as is riding we finna go nuts...
Pause!
I meant we finna go crazy, I’m stayin a legend wherever they play me, and I just been spittin like I have been bitten with rabies, I do it as long as they pay me, or
As long as I’m stayin the same and finding a way to release all my pain, it seems
Still steady comin for heads, so you better duck if you ever gon play with me, ay
I just woke up in my dream, ay
Who you know fresher than me?
I don’t be sleepin cuz I’m always workin, I gotta slow down cuz that stress a disease
Gimme a beat and I bless it wit ease
I’m seein heights that you stretchin to see
Five-foot titan, my footprints all over the game, it’s a blessing to see, ay
And I got a stash of beats, I turn a track to a masterpiece
How you up next if you after me, exactly?
Goofy lil n***as ain’t catchin me
I’m goin hard cuz I have to be
You said your project is special, but yeah we gon have to see, cuz I don’t see nobody passin me
This is that mass appeal
That’s what’s real
Cash appears, imma be everywhere I ever wanted I said it, I lived it, I’m past the fear, ay
Gotta put on for my city when I’m on, I don’t need no introduction, anywhere I go is home, one hunnid