Six ft. Zak G Lyrics

Yeah

6am I wrote this shit Y'all know who gon' hold this shit

Down 631 to the 315, you know this shit

Kinged my craft, my rap's been similar to opiates

Keep y'all bumpin' track, I keep scorin' like they got no defense

No defense ask all the critics, I keep on beastin' on em'

Foot be on they neck and let off yet

And I'm still feastin' on em'

Thought that we was done but I ain't finished

Let me do my thing, this a royal rumble I get ten before I'm out the ring

Mastic baby, let me tell you this bro

I was freestylin' way before I dropped a single

Ballin' like eleven, drove a Masi down the 95

With Zero competition, got me shoutin' out my zip code

I just wanna rap, son, let me tell the facts son

We had four beds, on bedford and I was mad, son

That was all in one room, now we make it happen

Got me moonwalkin' in this bitch, Michael Jackson

No more shoppin' JCPenney, I can't go to Pacsun

Open up a lane and bring my brothers through the path, son

First place, gold medal, never looked so clearer

I was down with me at first til' I looked myself in the mirror

I make it rain like the terror I make my name, this my era

You think you him but you not

yeah, I had to be one to tell you

On the way high level, you gotta go take a stair up

I make it harder to bear us, we leavin rappers embarrassed (yeah, Facts)

Ayo, Tre when did you record this shit

When was that again

6 p.m. I wrote this shit You can exit out my window,

but I'm instrumental how I'm stuck inside your mental, bitch

Pencil in your thoughts, I erase it with my penmanship

Stockton, ten assists, nice guy's nemesis

Bleed on these tracks like some hemorrhages

Y'all a bunch of Benedicks, you Been a dick I just benefit

You thought real rap died, we resurrectin it

Bring the heaven in my rap sheet, evidence

Talkin' like landlord, but you just resident

Low-key, you just blowin' steam the OG's

Know that Z off bean like OCD

The CEO and so-so ain't my MO, you owe me

How you gonna get to the 1%

You cozy, I'm cold and copin

I'm on my sturdy, they shake like Harlem

They fall like autumn, they sun like spring time

I ching like money, so gimme all you got girl

Rile up the spot, I'm a rapper in the pop world

I'm like Harlow, but consistent

I'm like Dicky, but I'm pissed, man

I'm like Em, but the new age

Tyler, but I don't go for boys on my Tuesdays

I'm like Childish, the vanilla version

Im like Hov man about my biz

I'm like Tre with a little twist

Put some Zak up in the mix, that's the sweetest kiss