Give & Take

[Intro]
7 say you dead, go 'head and pick the flowers out
Jay murder everything, that's all that album about
Look, young nigga tryna win here again
If I light God, just fly to the city I'm in

///Give///

[Verse 1]
Yeah
How many records y’all overlooked that i gave to the game?
Try and brush me off when you know I created a wave
All I ever did was make music for passion and pain
Every time the king drops, they wonder "how long will it rain?"
Lately you say I’m distant as ever, don’t push me away
I’m just tryna turn these verses into sustainable pay
Even when my hеart stop beating, the love is thе same
Art that you need to lift your spirit don’t come with a plan(e)
I’m talking thunder and rain
I’m talking niggas who sacrifice and have nothing to gain
Maybe I’m overthinking 'cause y’all look at numbers and plays
I got all these tracks but I feel like I’m running in place
Ain’t no more free shit, investment gon' need a return
I'm on God's time, you telling me wait on my turn
Maybe the problem isn’t respect that I'm needing to earn
Maybe it’s lessons for me teach you needing to learn

You niggas couldn't see past the pussy, soda and nachos
I need more Aleyah, Alesha, Lexi and Jaco's
Me and Nigel used to pitch a 5 to split some tacos
Using wisdom keys to plan on picking the lock though
People used me but it surely taught me a lot though
In this modern life of the future I feel like Rocko
I see a lot of guns but you never fired a shot though
Allegedly I’m supposed to see you niggas at the top though?

[Bridge]
7 say you dead, go 'head and pick the flowers out
Jay murder everything, that's all that album about
Street of God, me and 7 get niggas dropped off in the Tampa Bay
Yeah

///Take///

[Chorus]
Get out ya seats
Get out ya bag
Get out ya feelings
I know you out there mad
I know you out there mad
I know you out there mad
Niggas heard friends then they said we couldn't go back to back

Get out ya seats
Get out ya bag
Get out ya feelings
I know you out there mad
I know you out there mad
I know you out there mad
Niggas heard friends then they said we couldn't go back to back

[Verse 1]
Biggest question: where the game going?
This should give y'all an idea
I've been looking at a new throne
Like I went and picked it out in Ikea
You been hating for a long time
You been acting like you don’t see
All you niggas did was tell me "No," now they wanna act like they know me
Granted, my flows gone kick doors, huh
My shit bang, no pistol, huh
Talking my shit, got 'em pissed off, huh
My shit pop like Crisco
1 thru 5 is I gotta write ya whole list off
Whipping this shit 'till my wrist lock
Who you know got it like this tho
Ball like disco, U tell me like Sisqo
I was down bad, that’s life, don’t ease up
Me and my Gs don’t freeze up
I’m so deep in the cut, throw Bs up
J-A-Y, I'm T'd up
Y’all play 2k then roll trees up
I run shit like knees up
Y’all just go 'head sleep, catch y’all zzzzs up
I rep 8-1-3's up
Nigga don’t rap like that
Niggas ain't give you no hooks on tracks like that
Niggas ain’t take no concepts, trap with the conscious, play straight slaps like that
Niggas ain’t lace J Pat like that
Like Hometown, Hughes and Gat$ like that
Niggas want me in the back like that
So invest in a vest, I’m strapped like that
Niggas got one ok song and the other 13 shits be wack like that
You in your feelings, a sensitive case, I got it on lock, no cap like that
They gotta put in the work
All of my drive finna turn into Lambo like skrt
I got it straight out the dirt
Bitch I’m from Tampa you ugly we calling you hurt
Keep it a band
I know you been stalking my gram to copy my marketing plan
Never in harm's way, at an arm's length, you exposing the palm of yo hand
That’s what I’m saying, I never see action and plans
Just yapping and clapping yo hands
I don’t see how you be reppin' the hood
When all that you do is just cap with yo clan
And they know the flow razor sharp, but I ain’t never taking budget cuts
Niggas heard 1-8-hun-dun so they know they gotta double up
All love to the true Gs, fuck all the lil bro shit
You wouldn’t know half of the grind, I am coming for the whole shit
I will empty out the whole clip
Aim the blicky at your whole clique
I ain’t trippin off of no bitch
I ain’t going for the hoe shit
Ion want no "kee kee, haha, high five, congratulations"
Make sure you tell them niggas how you made me but still ain’t never make it
Would show up to y’all shows but the energy, I could never fake it
My soldiers got Purple Hearts, my blood is coagulated
My shorty ain’t waiting on Valentine’s Day for no validation
Y’all niggas got fingers crossed for a hand out, it's so aggravating
Y'all team got one girl that y’all all crash with no hesitation
Y’all stats look like reserves but you steady rapping 'bout
A reservation
Y’all niggas just rapping fast, saying all them words, still never say shit
Y’all niggas got all them guns, somehow still don’t never spray shit
Hella video in the studio, stupid-o, ain’t never lay shit
Y’all swear we eye to eye but on G, you can’t fuck with Jay shit

[Chorus]
Get out ya seats
Get out ya bag
Get out ya feelings
I know you out there mad
I know you out there mad
I know you out there mad
Niggas heard friends then they said we couldn't go back to back

Look
Get out ya seats
Get out ya bag
Get out ya feelings
I know you out there mad
We know you out there mad
We know you out there mad
Niggas heard 7 Roses, now they know we going back to back