Seven x7
I dont bang but i live by a code
Ya dont want static, ya dont want the smoke
They all sleepin on ya boy, man that body finna float
All cap shit, i was born to lead, im the G.O.A.T
Rumi maki tatted cuz imma hard hitta
My spirit taking me to higher levels
Mama always said I was born a Rebel
Akapa supay , white mans Devil
Got my war face on , I was born ready
Shootin arrows to they face, with my hand steady
Throw em to the wolves, droppin nicks, pennies
Bite marks on em they gawn need medis
Damn i gotta win, for my tribe
East coast natives, We the vibe
New york city state of mind
That native hustle, It’s alive
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you heard
Roots to the ground
Imma take it to the dirt x5
Seven x7
I. told ya. they ain't. ready . for me
They. ain't ready, for the. GOAT x2
Okay
1:22
They criticize me cause im not from the rez
But dont be acting like we all born with the bread
Saw my family goin through it, seen em prayin to the sev
Feeling sacred directions pull my body right to left
Pressin in hard with a bullet proof vest
My words like a poison arrow pierced to ya chest
Im tired of them thinking that they really low
I just maneuver , they ain't know I’m a pro
Got thick skin , got a big back bone
Red land, and its been my home
I been connected . since I came out
My Ancestors, by me Till im laid out
Damn i gotta win, for my tribe
East coast natives, We the vibe
New York city state of mind
That native hustle, It’s alive
Hook
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you heard
Roots to the ground
Imma take it to the dirt x5
Seven x7