6am in Paris Lyrics

Yeah

I'm currently in lockdown

I'm making no moves

I need to hit the studio

I need to get back in the groove

I remember back in 2016

I was planning my career

Ain't no one believed in me

Now they all give me cheers

Yeah

Funny how shit turns around

I hear them screams now

It's that season for me now

Fake ones show me love now

They tappin' my phone now

Tryna get the lyrics

You can mind your own business

'Cause it's 6am in Paris

And I'm feelin' the vibe

Might just get my boys together

For a late night drive

It's that kind of feelin

Yeah, we sippin' and we chillin

Take this beat and fuckin' kill it

Makin' bangers by the minute

Look at my bank, lot of digits

Look to the top, sky's the limit

Out in Paris, we get lit

So tell me why would I quit

On the highway

Shits a party

Got one with me, she a shorty

She get down, yeah, she get naughty

Look at her face, she a hottie

How you make it but you still got all of your friends

Had to clear my phone 'cause the fake ones wanna make amends

But I guess that's the trend

They show love but it's pretend

They always act like your best friend

Till you ain't got shit to spend

Now it's encrypted end to end

Type on WhatsApp, press send

Tell my boys I'm on the mend

Ain't no funeral to attend

And I'm sorry if I offend

But I got some shit to vent

So if you give me the next verse

Then I promise I'll ascend

I'm reaching new heights

It feels like I'm on a fucking plane

Them motherfuckers can't touch me

They're out there hangin' with the lames

And I'm putting them all to shame

I got too much game for this game

And that's my fuckin' claim

My last album was acclaimed

I cannot be tamed

I'm comin' off them chains

Hard as a fuckin' rock, might change my first name to Dwayne

Lyrical talent like my nickname is Wayne

Beginning of my reign and my bars fall like rain

Hit the ground running and I get them all jumping

Top notch bars, gotta count for something