6 in the Mornin'

Yeah Wow Yeah First things first it's a shakedown See the drip these bust like the greyhound I get chips I get checks just to rap now I got gang behind me like a background I hear the track they send a stack I make it flip I'm so ahead I could of won if I skipped I hit tota and he dropped a couple facts He said no more wack niggas jumping on tracks Guess I gotta show em how to spit now Fuck winter I'm as cold as it gets now Niggas dogs I done taught em how to sit now Rollover and all kinds of tricks now I done turned the rap game to a lick I can't go back to school bitch I'm sick Make me tardy Giggling the life of the party Got the shit jumping Looking like Jeff Hardy Six in the morning police at my doe Hear my crocs squeaking cross the bathroom flo Couple more knocks and they finally leave Let the homies in and finish smoking my weed Man have a seat I got a story to tell We pulled up to the house it was a quarter to twelve It was niggas outside I was scoping the scene So we went around the back if you know what I mean Made it inside that's when shit got real Had me trapped in the room I'm like this shit not real They was fucking on the bed while I was planning it out So I shot em both and ran out the house I was sprinting down the block til I got in the clear Then I put my hood on and walked the long way here Had a bag full of cash and a smile on my face Then the boys hit the corner now I'm doing the race Finally made it here and what do I see An all black jeep parked right across the street Thought that I was trippin started countin some sheep Knock on the door woke me outta my sleep Grabbed the fo fo I was dying to spray I ain't going to jail bitch I'm dying today Opened the door I was ready to kill It was just my momma came to bring me a meal Facts Pass the weed