Lyrics:
Oh, it's just another manic Monday
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop
Back in the mother fuckin saddle
My six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a battle
Out on the plains I'm just a loner
My saddle horn rubs right
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You
the game for 20 years and I'm 40 years though?
6 A cougar, 40 years cold
40 ounce of brew, 40 this, 40 that
40 at the crap table shooting 40 stacks
40
S-Class, ain't broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel
This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and counting, dirty six
atmosphere
Or wintertime
The more the merrier they say
The moors stretch out along the way
By glow of night, by light of day
Just read the signs
'Til
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
And so the third celestial sphere in proximity to the sun entered a new millennium
6 billion souls inhabiting 266 nations. Their resentment
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
[Chorus: Phiness]
Open your eyes up, people can`t you see?
It`s gettin` harder by the day for you and me
All my life I`ve seen so much misery
Can there
Policy 2000 by then, the planet depopulates
By about 1 billion men women and children
By whatever means necessary
Wars, diseases, starvation, plagues
releasin'
Atoms by the millions, 'til the numbers increasin'
'Til it was burnin' he kept returnin' itself to the source
The hotter his thoughts it gave
touched to be
Recognized by the Foundation
But I've come here tonight
To express another dimension
Of gratitude i think I can do it in
Three or four minutes
(In the jungle surrounded by snakes
I count up sum hunnids dey blue in da face
Real trap blues ya dig, real blues in da trap
Sum lil playa shit, ya
thinking about you
Even when this life's over
I'll be there for you
I'll care for you
Even when we're six feet under
I won't let it slide
We'll be side by
Valerie
Paid by the job no salary
Wanna get lit come fuck wit me
I be down south Mike Huckabee
Fucked up a check but luckily
I made it back that stuck
a case for me mama
Bitch i ain't donating my blood
I ain't ya blood nigga
And i ain't got the guts to tell her
That i got it by my gut
Trap a lot
up a scale
No need for a teacher cause I cannot fail
No Ghostrider but I rode through hell
No Ghostwriter did this all by myself
And I don't
Want you
know we gotta get the cake
Buss a bale, what’s the weight, 22bows ran me 10k
Want the strong by the zone, 2 and a quarter all the way
Make a play, make
Drums lift me up to higher levels
Every day I'm falling under spells smelted by inspired devils
All paths are level
I can't find a key I'm no
my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be
and check it out, but right now we cooling
See a couple females walk by my bros they start fooling
See a car speed by it's looking kinda suspicious
I ain't
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