Six Feet

Buried, they died without a legacy
Speak some woke shit, end up like Kennedy
Tryna to tell me how to rap, must be kiddin' me
But every time I rap, I can feel the fuckin' kid in me

I'm going crazy over melodies and rhyme schemes
Born different, gifted with some rhyme genes
The sound is dirty, always keep the rhymes clean
That's why you sound whack, you lack the hygiene

Keep yourself in check just like my Nikes
My homie knock you out with a high knee
I've been feeling like Jack Sparrow on the high sea
I'm starting to drift off, I'm just high, see

Speak of me highly, I've been ahead of my peers
My gears been grinding for years, and now the vision is clear
Here's my mission to spit fire straight inside of your ear
And if you love rap, then put your fucking hands up and cheers

It's about time we put 'em six feet below
Fake friends faux, we've always been foes
Me and my homies like a murder of crows
And If you're fake, I'ma put you six feet below

It's about time we put 'em six feet below
Ain't gonna tell you that you whack 'when you know
Tell me what you got without the cars, chains, and hoes
And if their shit whack, I put 'em six feet below

Pickin' up the shovel, I've been diggin' their grave
Now they grovel, got the rhythm they crave
They been callin' old school a diminishin taste
And now I have to make 'em vanish in mysterious ways

Suddenly they famous, that's mysterious plays
'Cause they wouldn't do it for a fucking minimal pay
This ain't a riot, still gon set the city ablaze
My eyes red, they callin' it insidious gaze

So intricate you can't maneuver through the labyrinth
This is magic, like Doncic playing for the Mavericks
If it ain't a cypher, I'm gon skip the social gatherings
'Cause when I turn my back, they tryna put a dagger in

I never trust a guy who got no love for the scene
Never talk to me if you don't believe in your dreams
When i dug it out six feet, you pray on both knees
Feel the barrel in your neck, I feel the trigger then squeeze

It's about time we put 'em six feet below
Fake friends faux, we've always been foes
Me and my homies like a murder of crows
And If you're fake, I'ma put you six feet below

It's about time we put 'em six feet below
Ain't gonna tell you that you whack 'when you know
Tell me what you got without the cars, chains, and hoes
And If their shit whack, I put 'em six feet below

It's about time we put 'em six feet below
Ain't gonna tell you that you whack 'when you know
Tell me what you got without the cars, chains, and hoes
And If their shit whack, I put 'em six feet below