"6 AM" lyrics
J. Sands & Madness Lyrics
(feat. King Los)
Ayo let me tell you something bout the street games
How to kick it to a brod how to peep lanes
Early hours I was thinking of some beat names
Loops in my MPC yo they keep playing
Front door wasn't sure heard a knocking
Now I creeping on my tip toes walking
Looked through the peep hole heard a knocking
Me opening the door not an option
Then the handle start to wiggle loud shot bam
Now I'm running for the window like got damn
Two stories yeah I fell out my laboratory
Black man killed by cops not a category
That I'm trying to be in might a had a story
But its shoot first ask questions later surely
Now I'm running down the street in a frantic pace
Just another mutha fuckin black man to chase.
Yo I was sure as a whore
That's the Law at the door
No other white boys banging quarter after 4
In the morning wit a warrant They flashed it quick
Before they kick in the door yo we stashing shit
Hid funds got from dealing Guns in the drop ceiling
And anything revealing Drugs I was concealing
Had plans with this QP The Feds would've spoiled it
If not for air tight bags In the tank of the toilet
Trying to conceal the Drug paraphernalia
Scales and bags Looking just like a dealer
Anything they find would only contribute
To a charge of possession with intent to distribute
Dope in the air duct Coke in the chair butt
Shit was everywhere tucked Cause Feds bout to tear up
All of my shit while I on my floor
Hoping the don't find the stash under the floor boards
Yo, yo born in a laboratory perform in a category
Most ya'll niggas ain't never been in
I'm here to warn my adversaries, this wars imaginary
Right at that moment then the cops bust in
I grab my timbos hop out the window
The whole hood probably think I'm spiderman nigga I'm ten toed
They bust a shot that shit ain't faze me, shit nearly grazed me
But I was raised in the 80's where niggas was made tougher
In order to blow up nigga I make a grenade suffer
The gun or the blade touch you in my hood
My whole city death row at night we'll rob Suge
Anyway, they say they want to take me to tame me
Don't fake the taser and shoot me
I'm here out making maneuvers running like making movie
I'm out here slashing through traffic cashing with bastards
I mastered my habitat and they ain't catching me and that's that king.
How to kick it to a brod how to peep lanes
Early hours I was thinking of some beat names
Loops in my MPC yo they keep playing
Front door wasn't sure heard a knocking
Now I creeping on my tip toes walking
Looked through the peep hole heard a knocking
Me opening the door not an option
Then the handle start to wiggle loud shot bam
Now I'm running for the window like got damn
Two stories yeah I fell out my laboratory
Black man killed by cops not a category
That I'm trying to be in might a had a story
But its shoot first ask questions later surely
Now I'm running down the street in a frantic pace
Just another mutha fuckin black man to chase.
Yo I was sure as a whore
That's the Law at the door
No other white boys banging quarter after 4
In the morning wit a warrant They flashed it quick
Before they kick in the door yo we stashing shit
Hid funds got from dealing Guns in the drop ceiling
And anything revealing Drugs I was concealing
Had plans with this QP The Feds would've spoiled it
If not for air tight bags In the tank of the toilet
Trying to conceal the Drug paraphernalia
Scales and bags Looking just like a dealer
Anything they find would only contribute
To a charge of possession with intent to distribute
Dope in the air duct Coke in the chair butt
Shit was everywhere tucked Cause Feds bout to tear up
All of my shit while I on my floor
Hoping the don't find the stash under the floor boards
Yo, yo born in a laboratory perform in a category
Most ya'll niggas ain't never been in
I'm here to warn my adversaries, this wars imaginary
Right at that moment then the cops bust in
I grab my timbos hop out the window
The whole hood probably think I'm spiderman nigga I'm ten toed
They bust a shot that shit ain't faze me, shit nearly grazed me
But I was raised in the 80's where niggas was made tougher
In order to blow up nigga I make a grenade suffer
The gun or the blade touch you in my hood
My whole city death row at night we'll rob Suge
Anyway, they say they want to take me to tame me
Don't fake the taser and shoot me
I'm here out making maneuvers running like making movie
I'm out here slashing through traffic cashing with bastards
I mastered my habitat and they ain't catching me and that's that king.
