Yelling "707" and i keep representin'
It's the HideandSeekZoo, somethin you shouldn't mess with
It's that kick back sound and The Town is where it's at
And I stay spittin' raps and one wicked ass cat
So fuck y'all punchliners and so called "Rhymers"
Stepping up to me, but I think they need a reminder
To stay with their lips locked, if they ain't making real hip-hop
I formulate clouds now it's overcast when my shit drops
Bitch whassup? I don't give a fuck, I've had enough
And I turn the other cheek to this pen when the going gets tough
Yeah, and that's the way I do my rhyming
No north or south siding, HideandSeek but we ain't hiding
Residing inside the needs that it takes to make a rap career
While you try to sound like the rappers you kicked last year
Got that "Shit I'm hella high" type of flow
You should already know, if you got trees to blow
Then that's just how it goes
It's that Siete Cero Siete