6AM

It's only 6 and the sun ain't up

But I'm up and ready probably gone through a half a zoot already

These tapes ain't gonna finish themself

Throw a verse on suttin' fresh watch it diminish in health

I'm sick in the brain

But in the grand scheme of the world I'm cool

I make this right here so I don't go out a fool

On some dumb shit where my frustration excelled

Probably why I banged out in school and got expelled

And that's probably why my music goes together well

I rap whatever tell them man jump on I sound better

She don't give a fuck what them other man are dropping

When it's me she's telling me that I'm popping

I got this

Babe I know

What you saying you wanna roll to my show?

Hate runs deep when you're doing what you wanna do

I'm doing it show me suttin'

Half these rappers are bluffing

Uh

They know nothing

Sick and twisted

This is it go ballistic

Nothing left ducking death

In hopes he visits

Vivid

Vivid images of someone at the door knocking

Live in innocence and find that it's all for nothing

You did to yourself

Create a live-in hell

The fuck I gave is gone but I wish you well

(Do I?)

Nah I don't really

And tell your bitch that I'm dope really

Can't help but thinking of shit

Calm in the first half since ignorance hit

It's been bliss

Pissed off from the things that I didn't do

Looking in the mirror thinking: is it you?

Another variation scared of facing what isn't true

Anticipating every move

Get in the groove

And dance your little heart out

Throw the dealer's cards out

And tell him this is our house

Calm down? I could never

I'm not saying you done it bad

I'm just saying I can do it better

And better and better

There's no pressure