Yelling "707" and i keep representin' It's the HideandSeekZoo, somethin you shouldn't mess with It's that kick back sound and The Town is where it's at And I stay spittin' raps and one wicked a** cat So f** y'all punchliners and so called "Rhymers" Stepping up to me, but I think they need a reminder To stay with their lips locked, if they ain't making real hip-hop I formulate clouds now it's overcast when my sh** drops b**h wha**up? I don't give a f**, I've had enough And I turn the other cheek to this pen when the going gets tough Yeah, and that's the way I do my rhyming No north or south siding, HideandSeek but we ain't hiding Residing inside the needs that it takes to make a rap career While you try to sound like the rappers you kicked last year Got that "sh** I'm hella high" type of flow You should already know, if you got trees to blow Then that's just how it goes It's that Siete Cero Siete