Lyrics:
6ix9ine KEKE beat
Lil Salad, ADITIO diss
All fun n games man
Rumour true or ain't true
116
You scream fuck 12, but you fucked a 12 year old, thats
had to go to war
Six years old, learned to braid in prison cause moms couldn't stand to be alone
I was seven when I realized I was different from
the old cotton mills too
Through blood sweat and tears and cases of beer
Looking back now, damn it's been 6 years, with them calloused hands I can say I
[Lil Wayne]
What what what
I'ma flosser baby
Baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
I'm raised in the hood
In a all black call
Down
like I'm kind of a nut
'Cause I was clappin' the cheeks of a ninety-eight year old nun
When I'm back in study hall, yeah, fuck labs and math class
Tell
the bank
Blowin' packs of the dank, I been chiefing green
10 Years old, me and bro getting dressed up for school in the dark
Because lights ain't cheap
Grew
mind in desperation
Six long years of separation
Dimmed the words she knew she had to say
I hope you're never big enough
Or old enough or bold enough
gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a n**** while
from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle
But the NARC's, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he's
Yo, listen mmm
Remember me?
I was on police cars on Channel U 2003
So when I tell you it's 10 years
In fact it's more like 13
And when I was 13
your trauma I wish you the best
At 6 years old you got bullied I saw it
Happened every time we played soccer
I started rapping saw you did too
I know you
not hip with the syntax
Been back, need dough for the six pack
Gotta heal like a dog when the wrist snap
Hang by the side of the goal
Because I pass
I just have to try
Before all my chances pass me by
Without my dear old companion
Who soothed me all these years
Before the show, and after too
to blame yourself for the emotional waste you took with you upon your leaving
Sorry, I haven't introduced myself
Here is the six-year-old girl
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
long time for you
In a broken down apartment house
Lay a woman dying
By her side a little six year old girl
Who was softly crying
Momma don't go
at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics
I am six years old in the back of my mother's car
And I will be seven in December
She will be gone by the beginning of next spring
And I will be
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
Ever since I was a young boy
I had a wandering soul
I walked and crawled across six state lines
By the time I was eight years old
I landed in
일으키는 건 누군가 해주지 않아
so I wanna cherish my good old days
I wanna cherish my good old days
날 일으키는 건 누군가 해주지 않아
so i wanna cherish my good old days
6 years
What was criticized six years back
Is now back
With New York on the jersey front and back
Feel like Tiger Woods
Got mad goods
Way up from the cheap
What was criticized six years back
Is now back
With New York on the jersey front and back
Feel like Tiger Woods
Got madd goods
Way up from the cheap
to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway
I was arrested, the car was impounded
There was no way for me to avoid being grounded
My parents had
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