"THE 6" lyrics
Dave East, Scram Jones & Mike & Keys Lyrics
From the dirt
Know you're really from the dirt
I just wanna be, I just wanna be
It took a couple years to get my life in order
It's for the love, tell them ice my water
I spent nights recording, trifling moaners
Packed a knife for Shirley, not the type to corner
I like the corner
Well connected, with no hyphen on them
Decipher lawyers on cases, we used to fight for quarters
Chasing cake without icing on it
Way before ice was on it
Staring at a body, it's natural, my vision type distorted
No matter the hype or the product, tell me the price I bought it
I love her fragrance, I smell it, right with her robe on
Cavalli print, leopard and cheetah, far from a broke jawn
French tips, compliment the shoes, she got her toes on
On mama plates, we put the coke on
Told her just hold on
Be patient
You might witness greatness beyond the ages
You got Drake all on your playlists
I know some fucking for bracelets
Energy rarely lie, 'cause he threw the smile on they faces
I'm in the clouds, feeling anxious
That ego proudly erased it
I've been focused on the bag, and when I spoke it, it was factual
How them broke niggas had you on a boat with a paddle
Middle of the ocean, not a signal, how to grab you
Trying to bring you to this yacht, to get a good view of the castle
I can make it happen if you want, but I'ma ask you
So used to the feel, if I catch you, I'ma tackle
I'm at you, that pussy Kiwi strawberry snapple
Got critics on the gram, trying to tell you it ain't natural
Won't cap you, tell it to you honestly, won't drag you
Them capsules, used to have me tweakin' in the classroom
The bathroom
Hitting me from the back, I used to ask you
Who says this, looking in the mirror while I crash you
My tattoos, tracing with your tongue, though we bash you
Reggie, we was smoking, tell my bro to bring some hash through
Now it's only East Coast, when I reload, I won't match you
Talking like he Deebo, he gon' see just what this Mac do
Walked up in the Regal, you was trying to get through grad school
Dad kicked me out, and I was so afraid to ask you
What's going on with us, I'm trying to get you out your last mood
Like trying to return a book, already passed through
Them lies will bury a nigga in the chat room
You Michelin star, them other bitches fast food
Them lies will bury a nigga in the chat room
You know you Michelin star, them bitches fast food
They call me "handsome" a lot
Turn to a ghost if my man lick a shot
I'm not the type, the romance with no thought
Won't turn down no phase, and I ran up a lot
I ran up a lot
But if he got the footage, his camera get shot
Got her fucking, I'm different, a man gon' be hot
Trying to get with the fiends, I was staying on the block
Took it right out the crib, I might jam up the spot
When she think of me, she wish her panties could drop
I reminisce back when that Camry got stopped
She passenger-riding, but ain't say a word
Had us both on the curb, trying to ask us who glopped
I went straight to my cell, and I thought of Tupac
All eyes on me when I move through these blocks
Don't never speak on what I do with my NAS
'Til I move with a mop, Louis shoes, and my socks
Popping
Know you're really from the dirt
I just wanna be, I just wanna be
It took a couple years to get my life in order
It's for the love, tell them ice my water
I spent nights recording, trifling moaners
Packed a knife for Shirley, not the type to corner
I like the corner
Well connected, with no hyphen on them
Decipher lawyers on cases, we used to fight for quarters
Chasing cake without icing on it
Way before ice was on it
Staring at a body, it's natural, my vision type distorted
No matter the hype or the product, tell me the price I bought it
I love her fragrance, I smell it, right with her robe on
Cavalli print, leopard and cheetah, far from a broke jawn
French tips, compliment the shoes, she got her toes on
On mama plates, we put the coke on
Told her just hold on
Be patient
You might witness greatness beyond the ages
You got Drake all on your playlists
I know some fucking for bracelets
Energy rarely lie, 'cause he threw the smile on they faces
I'm in the clouds, feeling anxious
That ego proudly erased it
I've been focused on the bag, and when I spoke it, it was factual
How them broke niggas had you on a boat with a paddle
Middle of the ocean, not a signal, how to grab you
Trying to bring you to this yacht, to get a good view of the castle
I can make it happen if you want, but I'ma ask you
So used to the feel, if I catch you, I'ma tackle
I'm at you, that pussy Kiwi strawberry snapple
Got critics on the gram, trying to tell you it ain't natural
Won't cap you, tell it to you honestly, won't drag you
Them capsules, used to have me tweakin' in the classroom
The bathroom
Hitting me from the back, I used to ask you
Who says this, looking in the mirror while I crash you
My tattoos, tracing with your tongue, though we bash you
Reggie, we was smoking, tell my bro to bring some hash through
Now it's only East Coast, when I reload, I won't match you
Talking like he Deebo, he gon' see just what this Mac do
Walked up in the Regal, you was trying to get through grad school
Dad kicked me out, and I was so afraid to ask you
What's going on with us, I'm trying to get you out your last mood
Like trying to return a book, already passed through
Them lies will bury a nigga in the chat room
You Michelin star, them other bitches fast food
Them lies will bury a nigga in the chat room
You know you Michelin star, them bitches fast food
They call me "handsome" a lot
Turn to a ghost if my man lick a shot
I'm not the type, the romance with no thought
Won't turn down no phase, and I ran up a lot
I ran up a lot
But if he got the footage, his camera get shot
Got her fucking, I'm different, a man gon' be hot
Trying to get with the fiends, I was staying on the block
Took it right out the crib, I might jam up the spot
When she think of me, she wish her panties could drop
I reminisce back when that Camry got stopped
She passenger-riding, but ain't say a word
Had us both on the curb, trying to ask us who glopped
I went straight to my cell, and I thought of Tupac
All eyes on me when I move through these blocks
Don't never speak on what I do with my NAS
'Til I move with a mop, Louis shoes, and my socks
Popping
