Real Music 4e – Seven 7oo Lyrics (feat. Keta, Kilimoney, Neima Ezza, Rondodasosa, Sacky & Vale Pain)

[Testo di “SEVEN 7oo” ft. Keta, Rondodasosa, Sacky, Vale pain, Kilimoney & Neima Ezza]

[Intro]
NKO
Rondo

[Strofa 1: Rondodasosa]
La mia merda ti fa come l’actavis
C’è JC sulla nona, fa traffici
Manuale, no auto, cambia autogrill
Ora il cellophane rimane sui CD
Stop play, popo, jojo
No Bounty bianca, è cocco
Demoni in zona no gioco
Omicidi Zamagna luogo
Shawty vuole i miei money anche se foreign shake up ur bum bum, big man
Quaggiù sembra Wakanda, big blunt
Sono in strada c’è posta, roadman
Non giocare con noi
Abbiamo il quartiere dietro
Dentro la torre di Selinunte diventerà un grattacielo

[Strofa 2: Neima Ezza]
Rolls Royce come a Manhattan
San Siro Gotham City senza Batman (haram)
Soldi, Haram, vodka presa dal bangla
Questa lo muove per tutta la squadra
T-Max i miei fanno rally, really, ready?
Chi cazzo ti credi?
Assalto sopra l’asfalto (ehh)
Piazza di Seli
San Siro è Baghdad
Non rispettiamo lo standard
Palle in bocca come Pac-man
Da una panca, mo non basta
Arriva il piеno dal Barça
Sette è la banda
Perif tеam
Siamo perfidi
Dalle popo, Medellín
No che non è un film
Duri poco (Ezza!)

[Ritornello: Kilimoney & Vale pain]
Vengo dalla Seven zoo
Sto con i miei poto
Mi casa es tu casa
Welcome to Zamagna
Figli della street
Sei diavoli sopra al beat
San Siro, Medellín
Noi siamo ancora qui
Seven zoo, San Siro, lo stadio
Prego per un opps
Seven zoo, Seven zoo, Seven zoo
Seven zoo, Seven zoo, Seven zoo

[Strofa 3: Sacky]

Salaim alaikum, big man
Scendo da un Range Evoque, big boss
Big stock, tutti sti rapper, deepthroat
Soldi più soldi, no stop
Giovane stella, youngstar
Farabutti risolvono a pugni
Paracode in gocce
Fanno sogni lunghi
Io no parla tanto
Seven zoo la ganga
Tu fra parli tanto quindi stai alla larga
Bocca cucita
Sì, tipo Ouija
Giro di notte come Aicha Kandisha
Rapper pacco sei la mia capocchia
Sembra che hai reccato con una pannocchia (Sacky!)

[Strofa 4: Keta]
Fils de pute
Salgo sopra un auto sport
Faccio io lo show
Il tuo c’ha uno shock (brrr)
Non mi chiedere “cosa hai fatto?”
Tanto sai già che non ho parlato (brrapapa)
Non ci serve dire altro
Arriva la seven, già riservato (popopo)
Tu fai il block ma non sei in un block
Sei solamente un codice errato (woooh)
Okay 2 bei conti nella tasca
Maghreb Tunsi talka fel 7ouma (dove?)
Vuoi la coca ma non ti ha portato a pagare
I problemi hai una bambina in culla (ueweew)
La tua gente si crede Plus Ultra
Quattro arrestati, fermate la Clio
Avessero capito subito Giungla
Adesso sarebbero con Seven zoo (mercì la zone)

[Ritornello: Kilimoney & Vale pain]
Vengo dalla Seven zoo
Sto con i miei poto
Mi casa es tu casa
Welcome to Zamagna
Figli della street
Sei diavoli sopra al beat
San Siro, Medellín
Noi siamo ancora qui
Seven zoo, San Siro, lo stadio
Prego per un opps
Seven zoo, Seven zoo, Seven zoo
Seven zoo, Seven zoo, Seven zoo

[Outro]
NKO

NF – Warm Up letras

[Intro]
Yeah
Something for the fans
Yeah

[Verse]
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone
I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don’t
Please don’t bring up my issues unless you gon’ deal with your own
Please don’t try to pretend like you keep it real, though
Yeah it’s funny that you got a lotta money
But that money doesn’t buy you skills, though
I don’t care if I am on the billboards
On a killing spree
I’m about to kill more
Got a chain on
You paid a mill’ for
I mean what you people even live for?
I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (haha)
We just getting warmed up
Yeah, I said I was coming, I warned you
So close to the fans
I feel like they ride on my tour bus
You wanna know what I do in my downtime?
They come to my fortress
I apologize for all the corpses
It’s a mess right now
But I haven’t had time to put the rappers in the coffins
We ain’t talked in like six years
Why you writing me now?
I just turned 100k down
Just to keep the brand looking right, now (that’s real)
I ain’t bragging about the money
I’m just saying I ain’t controlled by the bank account
Or the bank amounts
I’m a business man
But don’t touch my money
I don’t play around
Lights out when the mics out
About to hit the West Coast
Hype crowds
I just put a record out
What you think I’m gonna pipe down?
Nah, I’ve been looking for a beat
Look what I found, woo
I mean everything is coming out of my mouth
Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain’t had the right sound
Oh, yeah, well
Tell me what you think now
Two records in the bag
I ain’t done, though
What’s coming next year?
Let me hear the drum roll
Don’t flow
Anybody wanna be the one to make an issue out of nothing?
Imma hit you with my iPhone
I know
I’m a little out of hand now
I ain’t looking for a handout
You didn’t like what I was doing last year
Which is funny ’cause you lookin’ like a fan now
Are you a fan now?
I kinda miss being broke
Now let me go back to my old days
When I used to walk into high school
And hand out my CD in hallways
I told all my teachers that I’d be a rapper
They smiled and looked at me, "Okay, that’s a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job."
"Mmm, no way."
Yeah I live what you dreamin’
I could do this while I’m sleepin’
I ain’t the type that will bring up your name for nothing
But please, don’t give me a reason
I’m on the edge now
I ain’t playin’ with you
Never really been a fan of takin’ pictures
I’m just being honest, yeah
I’ll take it with you
Shows sellin’ out
Better get your tickets, oh Lord!
I got a love for the fans
I can’t express what it feels like
Sometimes I wonder if it’s even real life
Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place
You know the glove is my birthplace
I don’t wanna be rude
But I could get you on my worst days
Say nothing for me
Do it all the time
Yeah they barely workin’ while I’m workin’ overtime
Last year they like, "Who am I?"
Now this year they like, "You the guy."
Here’s a little something for your car rides
If they said I fell off
They all lied
Yeah, you know the logo
Better recognize
Yeah it’s Real Music
‘Till the day we die
Yah!