[Intro]
Majik, I'm laughing at these n***as, too
Cause I'm getting green, these n***as turning blue
Catch your b**h on the ad-libs, n***a
n***as to the bar
[Verse 1]
I make money like I make this music
My bottom b**h resembles Stacey Dash as left from Clueless
Got other hoes drooling
Bring em together like they carpooling
Give you some scriptures to my flow
It's like the d** of music
I keep my fans under influence
Of a dope n***a
I spit crack and sold coke, I'm a dope dealer
I been realer since riding a Big Wheeler
Flow hot as a chinchilla but cold as Brazil winters
You n***as ain't even dinner, more like a beginner
A appetizer, eat em, save em for later, wrap these guys up
Leave a big tip, tell em like this:
My dick only has room for a b**h to exist on it
So dog, you can hop off
Try to convince these other nerd n***as that you not soft
Fronting like a top boss
Putting bread and vodka in the microwave
Is about the only way you'll pop off
I'm me, and you're a me knockoff
Now go and get your girl to blow my socks off
I'll wait
[Hook]
Slow down Six, you're k**ing em
Slow down Six, you're k**ing em
[Verse 2]
sh** about to get crazy like Lady Gaga mixed with Waka Flocka
And the Dr. Kevorkian sticking forks in em
Snitching to the fans, yeah I think he got some pork in him
When it comes to that, I'm a m**m -- I don't talk to them
Catch me with that white girl, though
Every saint gotta sin
So n***a, give me a brick, I'm going in like Lin
Lift you up like light wind on Marilyn
Monroe's white dress when she was standing over vents
You rappers is kinda tense, got me feeling like a threat
Talking sh** all on the Net
But when you see me, it's, "Respect"
f** up outta here, sacrificed a lot of years
Blood, sweat, a lot of tears
Studied all the pioneers
The Nases, the Jiggas, the Biggies and the Pacs
The local rapper on your block wondering when I'mma stop
Never; yeah, I hear your raps, you kinda hot, I'm better
We could place a wager, man, I got whatever
What you wanna do?
I should open up a school
Teach you what not to do
Here's the rules, let me drop some j**els
One: don't be trying to sound like other n***as
Two: how you bitter, but you follow me on Twitter?
Okay, three: don't be out here trying to give out no advice
When you ain't quite as nice and your sh** ain't going right
I'm winning cause I don't make excuses
Excuses is useless
If I f** up, then so be it and I keep it moving
At least I failed on my own
You n***as so scared to fail, your music never left your home
Don't be trying to take me out my zone
My boys'll break your bones for a fresh pair of Foams, holmes
(Hold up, these n***as trying to give you advice
And none of these n***as is nicer than you)
Always a n***a in your ear, trying to steer your career
But it's weird, yeah, they ain't got the drive to steer theirs
We're harder now; when you was back reclining, I was grinding out
Shining like a diamond and you're not around
But I know you see it, though
It's gon be some sh** when you at the light in your vehicle
When look to your left and look to your right
And see some b**hes bumping my hits, enjoying they night, right?
[Outro]
Yeah, that's gonna be the day
3-6-0
Don't try to be friends with me now, n***a
Tell you like Jay-Z, "co*ks**er, beat it"