Lyrics:
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
and the man said well what do you know
I used to live in this little ol' one horse town bout six or seven years ago
I told my wife when I left here that I was
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!)
[Chorus]
Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
I'd just like
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
I'd just like
I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
My equilibrium is slightly off
I'm a little bit tilted off the loudmouths
In hip hop
seventeen
Leaving town for our big city dreams
Knowing every detail from that rugged treehouse
Where a long time went by a little too fast
Take me away from
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
are polite when passing by
Aren’t kept awake by city lights
But walking through streets with history
In my little town
People know your name and your
After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama look at me
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
just pay her to leave
I'm in need of money hoping once this album's out I'm making checks
Brothels right outside of town but doubt I'd ever pay for sex
Big C.O On the beat
Forcing out my bad memories of me seeing failure
The only thing from keeping me away is all this pressure
It's like I'm sinking
Down in Rockingham County I was born and raised
I'll be a Rock-town rocker for the rest of my days
I was a rebel with a heart big enough for two
a piggyback
I’m wasting my time just addressing ‘em
Probably give ‘em adrenaline
Messin’ it up
Writin’ this just for the hell of it
You know my pettiness big
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
I don't need nobody. You don't need nobody
We don't need nobody. We can do this on our own
That don't mean we gotta. It's just a little harder
I
my name, when I come through here
When I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
Young ballers in the town
Young ballers in the town livin' real phat
Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call em bass rock Caddies
Goin'
Yeah
Alot of times we surrounded by enemies who disguise as friends you know
You know you niggas
We just didn't wanna tell it straight to your face
of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Ridin' round the city, A-Town, we gon' slide like it's a playground
I
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
Before he reached the town o
He ran til he came to a great big bin
Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein
Said, a couple of you are going
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