Flight

[Intro: 7xvethegenius]

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[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