Triple 7 lyrics

[Chorus]
Check, it's triple 7
The return of the Gods, n*gga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It’s Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, n*gga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It’s Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord

[Verse 1]
Geah, let me start it right
I'm starvin' like a pack of Hyenas, I'll kill you quick as a Harlem night
Eddie Murphy, Quick, get it? Harlem Nights
Red Foxx, head shot, n*gga, sh*t I'm retarded, right?!
Slightly maybe, I might be crazy
No jewelry, but I drop gems, sh*t, I'm icy, baby
It's Payne, kill ya track if you politely pay me
That’s what excite me, I’m sick, sh*t, it might be rabies
I'm sayin’, foamin' at the mouth, you know what that's about
East coast to the core, but my home is in the south
Punchlines, I go in a n*gga mouth
And got a molar, I put rappers in comas, they in and out
My sh*t is rapid fire, kill a hater, smack a liar
Cats admire how I murder these beats, but that's acquired
Uh, my gat black on black, black attire
Couple bullets make you fade to black, I’ll flat ya tire, PAYNE!!!
[Chorus]
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, n*gga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, n*gga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord

[Verse 2]
Geah, it ain't even fair
The sign reads, don't feed the bear
Payne fall off, sh*t, the chance is even shorter than a Zebra hair
Light up the room when I heat a flare
The boy tight, sh*t, I got more stripes than every Adida' pair
I'm quite comfy, sh*t, I need a chair
Let me be sincere, ain't no rappers out that we should even fear
n*ggas lucky they even breathin' air
Now listen, legendary spit, (?) sh*t
They ask me how I get so nice, that's hereditary sh*t
Uh, my flow colder than when February hit
I ain't violent, but I'll f*ck you up on some necessary sh*t
Burner clap, (?), bullet burn ya back
I'm killin' these n*ggas softy, murder, Roberta Flack
You motherf*ckers keep mumblin', learn to rap
But you all be burnin' up when I turn up the thermostat, PAYNE!!!
[Chorus]
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, n*gga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, n*gga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord