Lyrics:
Cosby, baby
I'm inspired by Mega, I'm inspired by Cass
Everybody wins cause everybody can
Everybody raps, but not everybody can
Most of them shit, but
the rough
Ace of spades I always spun but no one would know
Sixty-two miles I'm already gone
Guilty by association burn the witch by accusations
Storytelling
onto their collective elbows
Revert to their sixties instrumentation
And they try again
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
In the year of sixty two the land received a soul
A baby cried, a mother smiles,
A hero made of gold
A heart like a burning flame
Beats like
Batali 50 feet from the Pantheon
And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe
I'll break it on your head if you don't act right
They'll be bagpipes
on the sixty-sixth level
My hands bare lambs blood, marked on my door step
Your first born swept, while your snake ass slept
Words to Live By, the human eye, can't
This time it's war
Ghouls attack the church
Crush the trinity dead
They'll try to board the windows
But there's too much glass and gold
To hell
let off some shots like it's 6-0 or nothing
Like R.I.P. to Trayvon Martin, got my hoodie on
I fucked her in an Aston Martin to A Boogie song
Call
[Chorus]
(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin' this apart
For sixty bars, the city is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track
So lean
vacations
I got the industry shook, like, "How's he's popping like this?
How I don't know him, but he still got 60K on his wrist"
Now I can't go
Talk a XYZ, ain't nothin' like WB
O.T.F., a bag of Uno Sixty
I love how the weed get me
See me whole style tricky
Gats under the table, the tables
was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
From the T.V.s,
Stop repentin, now go where I sent him
Now children go when I send in 60 Sec.
Uh, now how should I send the law?
I'm gon' send the one by one
One
a 30 yold say, it's just too late to start
I saw a 40 yold say, it's just too late to start
I saw a 50 yold say, it's just too late to start
I saw a 60
For cheddar we mash on sight
I done came a long way
Ain't no time to be being broke
United for cash we got's to get paid
By any means necessary
Live
you're gettin' dropped like a sixty-fo'
I put my foot up in your ass so far
I'm leavin' prints on your neckline, signed Mr. Bogart
Another victim
rich nigga, they just gotta call a spade a spade
I just hit the Gold Coast for a urus truck
They just ran my number and told me my nigga your in luck
I
Tryna grab on my dick
She said u hard
I said thats my grip
Gotta new magnum
With gold hollow tips
Protect the gang
And the funds
That i get
Uh
Walk
V1: how many times can friends lie?, as much as you let them get by/got a whole lot of feelings that a nigga dont show cuz some people might sever
(Yeah!)
I hypnotize you with a little strip tease
And then judo chop, I'm swinging on you like the sixties! (Yeah!)
You're defenseless; my rhymes can't be
deflect
Sword by his side, he knows nothing of regret
Change chugging I need a quarter
Just a piece of gold
Nothing less than 60 portions
It'll get me
million)
Bitch look like she sixty-four years old
Why she always act like she on her period? (Gold)
Narky motherfucker found a man just like her
Rap sounds
the background a 'fro wearing number 8
In purple and gold his shoes ready and laced
Knocking down j's like it was nothin'
His fadeaways were an instant bucket
mother Buzzin your ear the off
Then what you need is
Bee gone spray by
Psa this shit will have you bee free
Twenty four seven three sixty five
We got
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