6 Brothers/Prodigy

I got 6 different brothers, 6 different mothers
2 Or 3 hoes in the cut but they don't love us
We be workin all day tryna get out of the gutter
Feelin' like jack cause my flow is just like butter damn
I've been runnin' for a while now
I been really tryna chill, I'm goin' wild now
I been tryna get that paper just like bow wow
I'm up next that's a fact nigga you can fact check
I would never sell my soul even for a fat check
All these niggas fake trappin' till you get em g checked
I know niggas that be pushin' C and pushin' P
I know niggas that be ballin' tryna make the team
I know niggas in the booth all day, locked in
They be workin on they future tryna get a deal
Not me
I'm just sayin' everything I feel
Only dro could ever make me sign a fuckin' deal
And that's facts
Never rap cap
Never backtrack, if I say it then I mean it I ain't takin' shit back nigga
Real nigga from the 95
Just like mavu or yunobi yeah the boy fly
And the boy high
Just a little bit
Just enough to get me wavey on these intruments
Just enough to kill them niggas with a rythm man

Never really saw myself as a prodigy
Cause I ain't never let opinions really bother me
I just know that imma do this till I'm proud of me
I used to play ball but the booth is where I'd rather be
I still got it like I'm Leo back in 2010
Chris me and mazz man we ballin' like we MSN
I got my squad on my side and we all work
All my brothers stickin with each other moving gang way
We do this for the dollars and the fam not the clout
Authentic young niggas yeah you what we about
It's la clique nigga
And you can tell when we around
If we you pull up to your show man that shit is going down
(That's a fact nigga)
Man I promise we ain't playin', walk out with a bag
And you know that i ain't payin
Man I got it free
That's the goal so we gon stay rappin'
I know some niggas my age them niggas stay trappin', stay lackin'
I just know that I ain't never cappin'
You might see me on a show
Young shema on them big screens
Young shema like I'm sidney in the 60's
(Rip to sidney)
I need my momma in a bentley and my dad in a royce or sum
Ain't no limits to the grind imma stand for something
I can tell that i was born to be a heavy hitter
Just like jack goin' dummy with this wordplay
Bro I walk it and I talk it ain't no roleplay
Let me light a j and take a sip of my rosé
Now i'm getting in my zone nigga
Stayin sharp on the beat I'm a cold killer
Gotta get better, workin' on it like I'm j dilla
I'm way better than them niggas that you bumpin' hoe
I ain't flexin' on em niggas I'm just talking yo
But you dont get it just like Wheezy on the carter 3
Imma leave you shook with all the greatness that you boutta see



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Writer(s): Alvin Rusanganwa
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