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Six Fo'
(专辑: Human - 2015)
Put this mothafucka in neutral and let it roll This sounds best in the
car Vocal calisthenics, let me flex on the
bars Ain't even gotta try to tell everybody bye You could pull up any verse and never dip on the
high Why am I
still considered the
head honcho? Fire flows turn all them designer clothes into red ponchos Paragraphs disperse lead pronto Bring you to your knees slow like Tebow watching the
Jets-Broncos Look at what my thoughts bring These up and comers like the
first day of summer, they my offspring Feels like an undercover boss thing Oh my godly pace forces me to hardly race, I'm New York's king These words running 'round in my head I
slow 'em down and connect 'em underground 'til y'all dead They said if you rap too good, you'll never make a
profit Tell that to these bank tellers when I
make deposits Tell that to the
flight attendant when the
plane departing And tell your bitch get off my dick like Lorena Bobbitt This ain't no movie that I
play a
part in It's real life and I'm nice in the
punch-you-in-the-face department Writing hand too strong, you gotta break your arm and To try to be in conversations that my name's involved in I'm best of friends with Eminem, Dr. Dre and all them Gang members, Yelawolf, Paul, Tracy and all them I
would play the
park bench with a
crazy Walkman Listening straight, no rewind button Flip the
tape, fast forward just to rewind something Fast forward, I'm flipping tapes, look at me, I'm fronting They said I'd never make it Rikers Island just knew they'd be making bed arrangements One of them bullets just knew they would hit my chest and cave it I'm wanted, better face it I'm Dufresne, I've been through a
lot of shit, but better I
'scaped it I'm from a
world full of run-up-in-your-spot robbers No carpentry class kinda ox carvers On the
block with a
Glock and rock joggers And nobody saw nothing, you got shot for being a
blogger Look what all these hard bars did for me Nice guys finish last, I
gotta disagree This spitting spree keeps me at the
dealership Like I
fuck nothing but virgins, every year I'm in a
different V
While these rappers got a
kick out of mimicry My raps felt like blackbelts in the
6th degree I
roundhouse anyone who tryna trade rounds With the
House and house rounds in any battle, nigga, this is me I
get it popping, it's the
Papi Chulo Pop into this spot, pop bottles then pop out with your mami culo Just fucked a
pop star but promised to never let you know I'm telling you though, she look like she on Telemundo I
don't care if she faked it all day Right after I
nut, I
said I
came a
long way From copping new Js in Dr. Jays on Broadway To stylists at the
Grammys, watching plays on Broadway To the
private invite from playwrights, guess I
played it right Is y'all Mayweather or Mike, is you gon' take the
fight? I'm just tryna get in shape to hit the
weigh in like Skip this press conference, less nonsense, nigga say goodnight I
took an oath to never let my fans down First rapper to man up'll be a
man down Skinny, chubby, fat, 5'6" tall Line 'em up, I
got a
coffin that's one-size-fits-all This pen is what kept me out the
pens, but how you act depends If a
life sentence pens for penning your end My wrist swings like a
pendulum for perfect penmanship Been there, oh my empire's dependent again
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