Flight

[Intro: 7xvethegenius] Uh Huh Mhm 7xve Uh [Verse 1: 7xvethegenius] I remind 'em of how it feel, you know, to be real Told her, "I'll buy the BBL," wasn't feelin' me still Keep it movin', never slippin' 'cause the eyes be peeled Catch a forty, find you trippin' 'cause it's kill or be killed Pray or be prey, can go either way Let's hope our grandmother's prayers are strong enough just for our family's sake Learned Rome could fall but wasn't built in a day I could call and I could sell any play I'm a boss, now, you can feel any way They used to chatter, I ain't mix shit but the batter Ain't get shit but the latter 'cause I'm up like batter, batter Sky's the limit, providin' the mind and a stencil Of the outline these bitches could picture to get to Niggas lose makin' bitch moves, niggas Shih Tzus Sharpen minds like I used to sharpen up the pencils But see, with this school, you'll lose if you tend to hit snooze This is proof to go all in to improve, I done seen it all [Chorus: Che Noir] Seen it all, now we get blinded vision Best advice mama told me was sky's the limit For them days that we missed out on meals and missin' sleep We spent our whole life on the grind to live our dreams Lights, cameras, private parties, we reachin' fame Sold-out shows, the fans screamin' our name Mama always told me, "Baby, sky's the limit" Baby, sky's the limit, uh [Verse 2: Che Noir] I spit poetry for the wise, like Jodeci in they prime Too standoffish, it's hard approachin' me for a vibe I'm the leader with a boss that's coachin' me on the side Rap to a younger me that the older me hope to guide Humble as a child before its innocence is broke When you couldn't tell a bird from a pigeon or a crow Don't ignore a poor man's wisdom, that's vision for your growth Worth more than riches, but niggas won't listen if you broke From a hood where if you ain't have money, then niggas rob Or sold your baby piss to a nigga to get a job Or hustle for a check on the corner pitchin' raw On prison fences takin' jail pics like it's a prom A king just died and I seen it live As he bleed and cry, ain't read his rights How can we confide without an equal right? I seen it twice, now we fleet and hide when the police arrive They tell us sky's the limit, but they kill us just to reach that height, yeah [Chorus: Che Noir & REASON] Seen it all, now we get blinded vision Best advice mama told me was sky's the limit For them days that we missed out on meals and missin' sleep We spent our whole life on the grind to live our dreams Lights, cameras, private parties, we reachin' fame Sold-out shows, the fans screamin' our name Mama always told me, "Baby, sky's the limit" (Yeah, yeah) Baby, sky's the limit, uh (Soul, look) [Verse 3: REASON] Knew it would be days like this, my mama always told me Hoopin' kept me out them streets, kept me protected from my homies (That's on bros) Some advice I got while young, keep your peace and not a 40 You could die around them choppers, swear I felt that in my Kobes Love without reciprocation, I'm no longer willin' I gave too much without it back, hopin' my karma buildin' You do me wrong, I'm Rod Wave, I got a lot of feelings If I could talk to my younger self, I would tell him, "Keep your third eye open" Indeed, niggas' bodies Swiss cheese Really the first of my kind, I feel like Joel Embiid A hurt center that ain't livin' up to my potential Contortionist how I done made it from what I been through A lot of trauma led me to sortin' it with a pencil They follow every word, my album sound like a stencil Stories of my people that's forgotten, never televised God spoke to me, said, "Pick up that pen or be penalized" Niggas only pennin' lies I grew up on both sides of Central, the divider of my city where it's centralized Tell you 'bout the mindset was surrounded by temptation of bangin' and drug enterprise Niggas grew up broke and imperfect, fuck it, we improvise Put it over BPMs with soul in it, let the people know we see 'em We be them and they be us Packaged it and sold it for the soul, started payin' up 'Nother way to make it without sellin' dope or layin' up Wasn't no role models in my radius Labels sell our stories for they mansions, got they paper up Batter a nigga tryna take my dough without me cakin' up Made my own shit, the numbers spikin' like Jamaican punch Speakin' of Jamaican, uh We in a time where nothing's authentic Get in line, slowly follow what's hip like a Dutty Wine Wonder why the culture in this grave time Hope hip-hop never lose its life, I swear to God, it saved mine