Lyrics:
hater burn
Yo, I was in the park
Spray painting on the platform
Patent leather top ten, Space Invader hats on
Eighty something
I've been a threat for
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
a ton of it
I'm gonna be a little bit specific
I'm gonna break it down uno by uno,
What I got crazy love for...
So hold on tight, lets take a ride
Yeah
FNS Cubin
Mhmm (mhmm)
I'm lonely my baby
Ima take you when I move out of space
You and i gonna be moving together for life when I get out this
"Brother, what's the time?"
It's a African drum with some space-age rhymes, man
Yo not at all, I say it's sexual, infectual, delectable
I'm not a masturbating
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
and
And my fuckin' crew
My mind's in space like an astronaut
I'm weighin' in a little bigger
Than a mothafuckin' juggarnaut
I'm on the edge, down to fold ya
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
like cool me too, took that as a clue
She's in the mood so I can go and get some poon
I was wrong though by a long shot
Cause now i'm lying in the bed
Stole a space shuttle so I can do a drive-by on the whole planet
Damnit, who wanna flex?
[Chorus 4X]
"Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Cap peela, dopeman,
certified
If needed we ran in your property
I need some space I hate when they be in my face
The love that you showing be fake
I just beat a case ain't no
shit
When they see me out, avert their gaze, bitch won't look my way
In them chats like "Mocha count yo days! I bet not see her face!"
These little
alive
For a little piece of mind
Forget the blood of past
Never knowing why
All the space that's open wide
To the boundaries of time
Of a life that can't
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
want some 2000 gamma wild motivation
Sex on earth, it's time I left the space station
Don't think I'm not in the court
I'll tap that butt boy,
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
controlling the space
We keep it hot baby, we won't stop baby
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey yo Swizz, once again see how we do it to 'em? see'mon!
[Chorus - 1]
Ok
Hey yo, it's us versus them
Jambo
Bumia
Yeah
Vi ste gore
Mi smo dole
Yes, yes
Beeyoudee
Revolution music
So heyos
Vamonos
Listen
Are you ready
yo (Me yo)
My nigas ballin' (Ballin')
Out like Ne-yo (Ballin')
Me and Teech back to back on a race (On a race)
Shout out uptown my niga I'm mase (I'm ace)
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
the drama that we been through
Yo
We still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed
We in the game
the drama that we been through
Yo
We still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed
We in the game
into
'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through
Yo
We still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name
The leaders to sit by them. Well, they said, "I'm pretty sure they're fine
Sometimes kids just need us all to give them space
You mean I'm not serving them
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