| 6 figures, couple songs but my niggas gone
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| And they ain’t sitting on no stars that I’m wishing on
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| Granny told me smoking all that weed will have your vision gone
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| Never drop a tune to the same beat I writ it on
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| Serving kittys long, swerving in my dingy dong
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| I ain’t stepping in the club if I can’t bring the thing along
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| Just know it’s real rap, straight facts this ain’t no sing along
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| I just wish my nigga D was here so we could sing a song
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| Told him I won’t stop and I’m on job until the dinners long
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| Even selling spice on the wing and throw it on the bong
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| Another pad spin I’m beeping on the one
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| I’m pissed off, sitting down the block thinking bout silly gwop
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| When I touched roads little crop
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| Two jobs, five quid a box I’m shutting down blocks and old t spots
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| There nothing better then brown prof
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| I switch spots if the towns hot, everywhere we go man can sell stuff
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| If you knew my name you could just check me on the browser
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| Counting money’s long, I need a money counter
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| I get the Bobby doubled up and throw it in the press
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| 5 milli views fuck it life’s been a mess
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| And I ain’t celebrating life cause my niggas dead
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| Fuck a little check, I’m putting deezy on my neck
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| Deezy on my chest make it look easy when I flex
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| Little punks never been a threat, wake up gotta go get
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| With my stove yes, oh yes I need my own clothes next
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| I got stones on the stove and I got dough to collect
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| Polls in the dent, I’m working on my project
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| Roads are a mess, phones will have me depressed
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| I’m thinking shows or the Rex, is it the scales or the decks?
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| Got me weighing up my options trying to see what’s next
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| If I get grabbed with any pack I’m going straight to the pen
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| Voices in my head telling me to break it again
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| Same time my niggas dead I gotta make it for them
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| Let me drop a freestyle no more waiting again
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| I drop it straight of the head, music game a load of stress I got no patience
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| for them
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| Niggas stealing my flow, they better pay me for them
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| Over 100k in a day don’t take the piss silly numbers make me sick
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| Now I’m getting paid legit, I don’t know what to say to this, let’s see who
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| raps the craziest
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| I’m just a nasty little stone seller, first vid milli views with no pressure
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| Fuck a plaque I just wish I could show Tecca
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| Obviously I can’t chat forever
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| You my brother if we ever sold a pack together
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| I love money but I really need the whole game
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| No games I hurt the rap I hurt the roads I gotta roll safe
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| Name hot so I don’t show face
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| But I just wish that I could show Fabes
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| Or a see the look on little bro’s face
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| I’d be surprised if they don’t hate
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| Flipping and I’m wishing well I hope it goes great
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| I’m on my own dropping flows at my bros grave
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| Freestyling and wilin' until my throat aches
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| You would’ve died if you seen what my shitty little phone makes
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| Wrap it and stash I ain’t using no safe
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| Send my youngin with the packet and tell him roll safe
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| I woke up dreaming bout the dope game, shits fucked, crazy how the roads
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| changed, and shits different from the old days
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| I used to think when I’m older I want 20 macs and 10 gold chains,
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| a big range or sick benz
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| Shit started off crazy we gone see how this shit ends |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 6 Figures , by - Meekz. Song from the album Can't Stop Won't Stop, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп