71813 - ReachingNOVA, Richie Wess

Member back in the day?

Ni*** back in the day?

Talking Tampa Bay, 813, ni*** still back there today

It’s all love in that city, salute all my ni***s still rapping away

Wait, aye

Salute all my ni***s still trapping away!

Work, it’s always time to get paid

I just got wiser today, bi****s they lie in your face

She’ll front like she mad but she not to be honest she dying to taste

She’s hitting your phone cus she laughed yesterday but she’s crying today —

Damn!

Aye, Never be petty about it

Go do them a favor and, they’ll be forgetting about it

Don’t be distracted stay focused

Your mind ain’t a weapon without it

Call Shilly, tell Bonds, that we’re pulling up pronto

That’s Tampa Bay, 813, back to the apple like Oh!

Ya’ll boys know I do this sh** for real

Ya’ll know I just don’t know how to chill

Curve her, now she don’t know how to feel

I’m down, she’s down, tell me what’s the deal

New York is the city, you know we all do this for really

We focused on millies, some rappers be dope but not really

Some bi****s be dope but not really

Some wishing you luck but not really

They give you their trust but not really

You 718 or not really?

I’m 718 when it’s chilly

If you 718 then you feel me

I’m 718 with my women

It’s 718 how I hit it like

She’ll let you hit twice if you hit it right

Both in the moment, we’re here tonight

718 but it’s 187 how I kill it here tonight

Hit up priceline when we’re done then it’s back to the 813

Already booked a flight!

Ya’ll boys know I do this sh** for real

Ya’ll know I just don’t know how to chill

Curve her, now she don’t know how to feel

I’m down, she’s down, tell me what’s the deal

I’m headed for the top bottom line

Your rap deal should be illegal

Cus you ni***s getting sodomized

Kill tracks that’s a homicide

Still tryna keep the fight alive

Still chasing these dollars signs

You still making excuses

Still wasting a lot of time

Ni***s still slaves these days

Still feeling like amastad

Talk to 'em but no monologue

Still shine like the amoral

On the tires of the 750

My ni***s is 730

Tell these fu** ni***s come and get me

They ain’t really really f**king with me

Heart cold like the North Pole

Red dot, I’m like Rudolph

Where’s Donner and Blitzen?

My shooters with me, they’re blitzing

Thirty mag, that’s extensions

We don’t answer no questions

New York down to Tampa

Real ni*** gon' stamp yah

Ya’ll boys know I do this sh** for real

Ya’ll know I just don’t know how to chill

Curve her, now she don’t know how to feel

I’m down, she’s down, tell me what’s the deal