613 Lyrics

Six one three

Screaming Shottawa

Put on for the city

Get some money bring my partners up

Focused on my goals I'll drop a bag before I fall in love

Run me up a mil and I still feel like that shit not enough

Everybody getting money if you broke you out of touch

Everything I do is calculated I ran out of luck

Barely passed math class still know how to count it up

Fake friends subtract that if something just not adding up

Six one three

Cooling in the east

Getting to the money for the family trynna feast

Doing what I gotta do to make sure we gon eat

Told shorty gotta leave for the money I'ma fiend

Donald St.Laurent grew up repping for the east

For the hood I'm showing love grew up posted with them Z's

Coming from the sandbox

My brother Sudanese

I been going hard yea cause life ain't ever easy

I'ma just move forward I won't ever fall back

Crodie got my back

He my spine

When we step we stay attached

Out at night til the morning

All we trynna do is stack

Spin for three hours straight then we pulled over at Zak's

Balling on the court run em games back to back

Can't debate me what I'm saying cause what I'm saying shit is facts

We gon turn up to the max

High school drop out smart enough to count up racks

Smart enough to get a bag

Skipped class so I could stack

Yea shordy she a baddie but don't got dat time for that

Keep it P

Getting money is getting action

Rubber bands fat yea I make the money clap

Six one three

Screaming Shottawa

Put on for the city

Get some money bring my partners up

Focused on my goals I'll drop a bag before I fall in love

Run me up a mil and I still feel like that shit not enough

Everybody getting money if you broke you out of touch

Everything I do is calculated I ran out of luck

Barely passed math class still know how to count it up

Fake friends subtract that if something just not adding up

Six one three

South West East

Don't matter where you at the whole city bringing heat

We all trynna eat go get money why you beefing

Yea I see em talkin they ain't doing what they preaching

Yea I see em hating it ain't love if they leeching

Going hard all week and then go harder on the weekend

I don't mind them sleeping

I'll just get ahead

Don't got time for beefing I just run it up instead

Need a couple million to keep my family fed

Money on mind keep the bitches in the bed

She just take it off until there ain't nothing left

Bitches die for love

Chasing money be the death of me