Under 6
Ah man
Can we get comfortable with it again
Yo, I like my halal with the chicken over rice man
Starting to get real cold
It's that time of year again
Why my flight always mothafuckin' delayed and shit?
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Yo its burr
Yo, I-I-I-I
Just can't keep going thru that same door
God all mighty, Allah, Jesus was who I came for
Reputable reputation
Standard for expectation
Realize I rep the nation
I wear black hoodies for fun
And cope with devastation
I eat my Skittles with Sprite, Trayvon my best friend
Get killed by cracker kids, the badge was tucked in
His mama laid em on mattress, but it had coffin scent
Back to the same church on Sunday, but now it's offerings
I thought I'd just begin
Why not begin with sin?
Call up a couple of shorties wit asses just for men
Pour out a couple of forties for niggas at they end
I made decisions and choices, I just cannot recant
Split up the dividends
I'm acting innocent
Ain't got no money sir, my pockets filled wit lint
Ain't got no interest in Bitches who don't own Benz's
Medulla oblongata gotta be
Tough enough to swallow this dick
Cerebellum on six, but that ass on ten
I make em pose for the pics
Homie pass me the gin
I love the cough for from my fix
I po' the cough then I mix
This holy life that we live
Just leave lost under 6
Driving doing the stick
Why this the car that I picked
Already feeling the crash, man exhaustion a bitch
While I'm exhausting ya bitch
If I keep sipping and whipping
I'm bound swerve off the ditch
Gone leave me lost under 6
Mm, yeah
Gone leave me lost under 6
Woah
Gone leave me lost under 6
This ain't my cease and desist
I won't repeat my defense
I can't be shining without the diamonds
I see thru my wrist
I think about it and doubt the fact that I reek of the piff
I'm going in and out of tune
Turn up the speakers a bit
I'm wasting hella amounts of time
About this dream that I dreamt
Why I keep sipping on the red
With all these keys in my crib?
Some of these niggas that I hang around
Throw C's up and shit
Can't understand the streets is
Robbing all the youth from my men
He was 10 one minute
Now he got like two or three kids
Who got like two or three friends
He just turned 20 and regret
Not wrapping 2 round his dick
His baby momma got a problem
Can't keep food in the fridge
"What we gone do bout these kids?"
Damn
Cerebellum on six, but that ass on ten
I make em pose for the pics
Homie pass me the gin
I love the cough for from my fix
I po' the cough then I mix
This holy life that we live
Just leave us lost under 6
Can we get comfortable with it again
Yo, I like my halal with the chicken over rice man
Starting to get real cold
It's that time of year again
Why my flight always mothafuckin' delayed and shit?
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Yo its burr
Yo, I-I-I-I
Just can't keep going thru that same door
God all mighty, Allah, Jesus was who I came for
Reputable reputation
Standard for expectation
Realize I rep the nation
I wear black hoodies for fun
And cope with devastation
I eat my Skittles with Sprite, Trayvon my best friend
Get killed by cracker kids, the badge was tucked in
His mama laid em on mattress, but it had coffin scent
Back to the same church on Sunday, but now it's offerings
I thought I'd just begin
Why not begin with sin?
Call up a couple of shorties wit asses just for men
Pour out a couple of forties for niggas at they end
I made decisions and choices, I just cannot recant
Split up the dividends
I'm acting innocent
Ain't got no money sir, my pockets filled wit lint
Ain't got no interest in Bitches who don't own Benz's
Medulla oblongata gotta be
Tough enough to swallow this dick
Cerebellum on six, but that ass on ten
I make em pose for the pics
Homie pass me the gin
I love the cough for from my fix
I po' the cough then I mix
This holy life that we live
Just leave lost under 6
Driving doing the stick
Why this the car that I picked
Already feeling the crash, man exhaustion a bitch
While I'm exhausting ya bitch
If I keep sipping and whipping
I'm bound swerve off the ditch
Gone leave me lost under 6
Mm, yeah
Gone leave me lost under 6
Woah
Gone leave me lost under 6
This ain't my cease and desist
I won't repeat my defense
I can't be shining without the diamonds
I see thru my wrist
I think about it and doubt the fact that I reek of the piff
I'm going in and out of tune
Turn up the speakers a bit
I'm wasting hella amounts of time
About this dream that I dreamt
Why I keep sipping on the red
With all these keys in my crib?
Some of these niggas that I hang around
Throw C's up and shit
Can't understand the streets is
Robbing all the youth from my men
He was 10 one minute
Now he got like two or three kids
Who got like two or three friends
He just turned 20 and regret
Not wrapping 2 round his dick
His baby momma got a problem
Can't keep food in the fridge
"What we gone do bout these kids?"
Damn
Cerebellum on six, but that ass on ten
I make em pose for the pics
Homie pass me the gin
I love the cough for from my fix
I po' the cough then I mix
This holy life that we live
Just leave us lost under 6
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Writer(s): Barry Darius Hunter
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