Six In the Morning (feat. $Tart)
I woke up
About six in the morning
Thinking like
Am I still alive
Oo Woah Oh
I pour up
Then take a piss
Out on the porch yeah
Morning sun
Ain't up
And not another citizen
In sight
I'm outside
Toke up
I get lit until I'm soaring
Soaring high up
In the lovely sky
Money on my mind
Open up
Or take yo ticket
To the morgue son
More of us
Is something
I don't like
Then I head inside
Then I eat
Brush my teeth
Then I take a shower
Back to sleep
Have a dream
For half of an hour
Then I wake up
I get high again
I feel the power
Then I pick a fit
The opposite
Of a coward
Uh (uh)
Oppositions be trippin
I swear that shit
It be true
Im off to diss ya
And kiss ya momma
And sista
I'm cruel
On a mission get with it
Or you can leave me too
And that's fact
Ima put em on the map
Got wraps in the backpack
Hit up six flags with a fast pass
While I rap fast
No keys in the whip
And I don't cap that
Limousine drinks
I dont cap rap
Living these dreams
I don't backtrack
And you know
I'm winning bro
In it
I ain't finished tho
I be on my own
And you know that
I'll never miss a hoe
Kiss her with a mistletoe
And you know
I got the flow
So icky get wit me
Yuh supah cynical
(hoe)
If being lit was a crime
Then I'd be a criminal
(hoe)
Throw a fit then you crying
You is a little girl
(uh)
I'm legit and I'm flying
Might send subliminal
(messages)
Little decimal messages
Keep yo head real cool
(ice)
I'm a
Mellow Fellow
I reckon that you is
Nothing New
(uh)
Blowin Indo
Out the window
While the coupe
Go zoom
About six in the morning
Thinking like
Am I still alive
Oo Woah Oh
I pour up
Then take a piss
Out on the porch yeah
Morning sun
Ain't up
And not another citizen
In sight
I'm outside
Toke up
I get lit until I'm soaring
Soaring high up
In the lovely sky
Money on my mind
Open up
Or take yo ticket
To the morgue son
More of us
Is something
I don't like
Then I head inside
Then I eat
Brush my teeth
Then I take a shower
Back to sleep
Have a dream
For half of an hour
Then I wake up
I get high again
I feel the power
Then I pick a fit
The opposite
Of a coward
Uh (uh)
Oppositions be trippin
I swear that shit
It be true
Im off to diss ya
And kiss ya momma
And sista
I'm cruel
On a mission get with it
Or you can leave me too
And that's fact
Ima put em on the map
Got wraps in the backpack
Hit up six flags with a fast pass
While I rap fast
No keys in the whip
And I don't cap that
Limousine drinks
I dont cap rap
Living these dreams
I don't backtrack
And you know
I'm winning bro
In it
I ain't finished tho
I be on my own
And you know that
I'll never miss a hoe
Kiss her with a mistletoe
And you know
I got the flow
So icky get wit me
Yuh supah cynical
(hoe)
If being lit was a crime
Then I'd be a criminal
(hoe)
Throw a fit then you crying
You is a little girl
(uh)
I'm legit and I'm flying
Might send subliminal
(messages)
Little decimal messages
Keep yo head real cool
(ice)
I'm a
Mellow Fellow
I reckon that you is
Nothing New
(uh)
Blowin Indo
Out the window
While the coupe
Go zoom
Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Robinson
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