Lyrics:
the money is near, I ain't coming out the van
Keep close, gotta keep hoes by the G code
Got three hoes in the G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes
[Intro]
Uh-huh
Yeah
Let’s work
[Chorus: Apollo West & Era] x2
(A) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E) No
Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
the jawn I'm telling you when this hits ten thousand, I'll drop the album"
"Ay we finna stream that jawn back to back"
"Say dat lemme uh lemme get back
Oh sage born out of the pot, Oh ocean of mercy
I have heard all yanthras and manthras pertaining to Hanuman
From what has been told by you to me
Alright then, picture this if you will
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
Give me all you got my baby
L O V E
L O V E
L O V E
Oh yeah
Well I’m burning up the street
Watching people on their feet in my car
I’ve got no time
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
keyrings
Bra top, lots of G-strings, havin weed dreams
I'd be Queen if this the 1900's
cause niggaz gon get it, and E'RYBODY want it
I'm totin bags, eyes
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
they're right there with me
They get me back on my feet
Pour it up for my day ones
They were so patient with me
Tell me what would you do?
If you were
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
Fuck y'all
Had no help
Did it all alone I'm by myself
When it's all said and done don't need nobody else
Fuck all the help I did it myself
Fuck y'all
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,
Yeah nigga
I'm still fucking with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga
Guess who's back
Still doing that shit huh Dre?
(Oh
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
vor Primark entführt
Drive-By, Schüsse aus der Beifahrertür
Meine T-Shirt-Größe kann nicht jeder Mensch anziehen
Denn sie hat mehr ,X‘e als ein
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
Ich bin zu Haus und guck G-TV, pump diesen Beat
Renn' 100 Meilen wie Ren und Eazy-E
Mein Flow ist Rap-Drive-By mit Cube als Fahrer
Ich hab Game seit
and all my niggas
South side, One Direction
Tens and tens and tens and tens
Got lens that make direction
Flow to my location
Lowkey I'm in Cali just
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