Lyrics:
back 9 inches and pull it out 6 inches there's no progress
If you pull it all the way out that's not progress
The progress is healing the wound that blow
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my
yo kid man, stop the music
rollin through my, rollin through my hood
this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan
I'm comfortable and roomy in a 6
But they threw me in the mix
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
Ole English, Hennessy, watch me mix, mix (drink up bitch)
Roll Gelato in Fronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch
Her legs don't work no more, had
Each spore of that fungus poisons me
In different ways
In different ways
Silencing me like a ghost
Blinded by insufficiency
I only wanted you to accept
Creel
Going ghost I disappear
Was not too many options here
I had to use my fists for real
To battle all the monsters here
Until the day that god appear
insecurities
If you don't know me well now you will
Then devour my music, it's a 6-piece meal
With no dessert, til I feel you deserve it (ha)
Now turn the beat
and we don't play With six
Nigga stop playin', we all in the mix
Nigga, all of y'all niggas, they blicks
Play with us, nigga, y'all all is a hit
Nigga try
Walk in the crib with FN's, and AR's, Pink Monty be the mix
You know these niggas always jeffin', they ain't never took a trip
Can peep a snake from
it one two three four five six I got the clip going rounds like a nine six huh
Nah I don't hurt I preach but if you hating on the word then don't stand
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
sow
Sneaky' niggas, so I stay by my lone
This shit get realer every day, hope you know
Hesitate, you might get left behind
I was high, every day
***Intro***
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Testing 1, 2
Yo I’m just gonna say what’s on my heart right now you know?
***Verse #1***
I couldn’t
my uncles left
Go through the ghost of my family
Dancing in the valley when they
Hear the harps playin'
Day 'n' Nite in the night
Oh, I ever wondered
Saver all my days cause
I ain't really happy till the day ends
When everything don't seem worth it
An i now we never meant to be perfect
Holding
While you seven day turn around bitches strugglin just to get it done
When you call on us just know you get the deadliest mix
While the competitions
living how they should
Been a long time coming
They didn't believe we could
Mix the hope and the faith
Love and the grace
Knock on wood
It's sanctified by
something for nothing as if you don't owe me more
You deserve absolutely nothing
But to be six feet below
Holy ghost is to be only conscious
Overdose
oh no
Prolly not even most
So many heroes turn ghost
Yeeeee even though
I'm gonna write this one
We still doing the 6th mixtape
As much as possible
oh no
Prolly not even most
So many heroes turn ghost
Yeeeee even though
I'm gonna write this one
We still doing the 6th mixtape
As much as possible
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