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