7 Minute Drill Lyrics – Spectre

[Intro]
Yeah
Turn it up
Yeah turn the vocal up
Uh

[Chorus]
Light work like it’s PWC
It’s a cold world keep the heat under your seat
I got a phone call they say that somebody dissing
You want some attention it come with extensions
My dog like “Say the word” he on bulls*it he itching
Done put in so much work in these streets he got pension
I told him chill out how I look having henchman?
If shots get to popping I’m the one doing the clenching

[Verse 1]
I came up in the ‘Ville so I’m good when it’s tension
He still doing shows but fell off like the Simpsons
Your first s*it was classic your last s*it was tragic
Your second s*it put n!ggas to sleep but they gassed it
Your third s*it was massive and that was your prime
I was trailing right behind and I just now hit mine
Now I’m front of the line with a comfortable lead
How ironic soon as I got it now he want something with me
Well he caught me at the perfect time jump up and see
Boy I got here off of bars not no controversy
Funny thing about it b!tch I don’t even want the prestige
Fu*k the Grammys ’cause them crackers ain’t never done nothing for me ho
Slugs took my n!gga’s soul drügs took another one
The rap beef ain’t realer than the s*it I seen in Cumberland
He averaging one hard verse like every thirty months or something
If he wasn’t dissing then we wouldn’t be discussing him
Lord don’t make me have to smoke this n!gga ’cause I fu*k with him
But push come to shove on this mic I will humble him
I’m Nino with this thing this that New Jack City meme
Yeah I’m aiming at G-Money crying tears before I bust at him

[Chorus]
Light work like it’s PWC
It’s a cold world keep the heat under your seat
I got a phone call they say that somebody dissing
You want some attention it come with extensions
My dog like “Say the word” he on bulls*it he itching
Done put in so much work in these streets he got pension
I told him chill out how I look having henchman?
If shots get to popping I’m the one doing the— (Conductor conductor conductor)

[Verse 2]
I got mixed feelings ’bout these fu*king rap n!ggas
It’s over for that cap we official cap peelers
Two-six we don’t at n!ggas we get at n!ggas
Shoot a n!gga lights out yeah my dogs stat fillers
Stat stuffers triple-double get your ass black duffled
Body bag body bag body bag
Cole World your instructor for pilates class
Get a n!gga stretched if I feel the disrespect uh
Your arms might be too short to box with the god
Who live his life without the pressures of a constant facade
I pray for peace but if a n!gga cease these positive vibes
A Falcon 9 inside my pocket b!tch this rocket gon’ fly
Now it’s popping outside like the top of July
My text flooded with the hunger for a toxic reply
I’m hesitant I love my brother but I’m not gonna lie
I’m powered up for real that s*it would feel like swatting a fly
Four albums in twelve years n!gga I can divide
S*it if this is what you want I’m indulging in violence
Put pictures in my home aim the chrome at your eyelids
Fly pebbles at your dome we the Stone Temple Pilots
This is merely a warning shot to back n!ggas down
Back in the town where they whipping work and trafficking pounds
My jack jumping ’bout a rapper making blasphemous sounds
Switching sides like the tassel on the cap and the gown
I’m fully loaded n!gga I can drop two classics right now

[Outro]
Hah let me chill out man (Conductor)
The Fall Off on the way n!gga

[Chorus]
Chorus delve into the realities of the rap industry, emphasizing the need to stay vigilant in a competitive environment (“Light work like it’s PWC”). The artist acknowledges potential threats (“It’s a cold world keep the heat under your seat”) and reacts to perceived disrespect, highlighting the consequences of seeking attention through conflict. Loyalty is affirmed, with the artist ready to defend themselves and their circle (“If shots get to popping I’m the one doing the clenching”).

[Verse 1]
In the verse 1 lyrics reflect on the artist’s journey and position in the rap game. They assert their resilience and credibility, rooted in their upbringing (“I came up in the ‘Ville so I’m good when it’s tension”). The artist critiques a rival’s career trajectory, highlighting their own rise to prominence and dismissing superficial acclaim (“Funny thing about it b!tch I don’t even want the prestige”). They reject mainstream validation (“Fu*k the Grammys”) and emphasize the harsh realities of their environment, referencing loss and violence (“Slugs took my n!gga’s soul drügs took another one”). Despite personal connections, they acknowledge the potential for conflict and assert their dominance in lyrical warfare (“Lord don’t make me have to smoke this n!gga ’cause I fu*k with him”). Drawing on pop culture references like “New Jack City,” they position themselves as a force to be reckoned with, ready to confront challenges head-on (“I’m Nino with this thing”). Overall, the lyrics depict a complex mix of pride, defiance, and determination, showcasing the artist’s authenticity and grit in navigating the competitive rap landscape.

[Chorus]
Chorus depicts the artist’s readiness for any challenge in the rap game (“Light work like it’s PWC”). They emphasize the need to stay prepared for conflict in a tough environment (“It’s a cold world keep the heat under your seat”). When faced with potential disrespect, they’re quick to react and defend themselves, supported by loyal allies (“My dog like ‘Say the word'”). The artist acknowledges their own role in handling situations, taking charge when necessary (“If shots get to popping I’m the one doing the clenching”).

[Verse 2]
In the verse 2 lyrics, the artist expresses complex emotions towards their fellow rap artists, acknowledging the competitiveness of the industry (“mixed feelings ’bout these fu*king rap n!ggas”). They assert their authenticity and readiness to confront any challenges (“It’s over for that cap we official cap peelers”). The artist highlights their crew’s capability to handle conflicts (“Shoot a n!gga lights out yeah my dogs stat fillers”) and warns against disrespect (“Get a n!gga stretched if I feel the disrespect”). Despite their desire for peace, they’re prepared to defend their position with force if necessary (“I’m powered up for real”). Additionally, the artist references their prolific output and readiness to deliver more music (“Four albums in twelve years n!gga I can divide”). They issue a warning to those who oppose them, emphasizing their determination and readiness for action (“This is merely a warning shot to back n!ggas down”). The lyrics depict a mix of confidence, caution, and assertiveness in navigating the rap game’s challenges and rivalries.