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7pm in rva - scooby lyrics

(intro)
yeah, ah yeah

(verse)
what’s it take to be as famous as the biggie’s , the pac’s, and the jay-z’s, the nas’s , and the drizzy’s
sideline sittin’ hope these record labels pick me, tryina keep it slow but keep these b-tches comin’ quickly
50-50 shot because this music game is iffy, so they tell you go hard f-ck the game with a stiffy
b-tch i got b-tch believe me call me ripley , got these white girls they thick as h-ll from houston like they whitney
the hollywood scene bout the women and the green, it ain’t’ nothin what i witness when i’m chillen with my team (uh)
but that sh-t is just an arms reach away, as elegant as roses in a bunched up bouquet
rappers talkin’ cake, i’m bout making this soufflé
once they hear that i got sk!lls all they say is touché , who they?
ain’t n0body built like my team, i be the leader of this new cl-ss , acknowledge i got rhyme scheme
understand that i got similes that make your lines look stupid
drive like an aventador , i’m ruthless
this should hold you down until i drop the tape, i just made this sound for inspiration to pave the way
for any other artist on his grind, clap for this motherf-ckin’ rapper in his prime
hands down, hold the applause til i get famous
and don’t mention i’m the greatest , until i f-ckin’ make it

haven’t dropped a tape in like two years
haven’t dropped a tape cause my vision just got clear
realized the lime light’s a gimmick , i could freestyle but i put the real sh-t into my writtens, so listen
maybe you will catch a glimpse of artistry, keep in mind that being lucky don’t mean winning the lottery
and take into consideration what you have and also what you lack
that’s how i molded all these songs and made them f-ckin’ tracks
go head and clap for this artist with his rappin’ -ss
blow ya stacks for that stripper with her clappin’ -ss
go head and pick out what you want and baby throw it in the bag
i won’t talk about no money til’ i own myself that jag, f-type
you lookin like the stressed type, like the type to cry about ya lack of a s-x life
lil’ p-ssy, copy me again
talkin’ sh-t out ya mouth like ya face need depends
talkin’ bout how you wrote ya track before me, get ya life straight
call yourself a rapper, taking shots but you a lightweight
hold it down homie , i’m straight
got some other sh-t to say to me homie , i’ll wait
that’s what i thought, you as stupid as you look
i went a little off topic cause i never put a hook (uh)
but back to me cause n0body else is worth it
i shouldn’t waste my breath on a rapper who ain’t workin’
and i never said i’m perfect
i’m the type to keep my voice down even when i know for certain
true visionary, surprised i ain’t signed yet
talented and all but i guess it ain’t my time yet
f-ck it ima keep on grinding , until i have my name in bright lights that are blinding
f-ck it, ima keep on grindin til i have my name in brights lights that shine
bring it back

- scooby lyrics

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