6 Go!in it

Your streetwear be thrift store cheap gear, WHICH Mine BE THE bruises and scars OF MYHood BATTLES PREMIER You wear that shit like a farce,THAT REEK OF BARF I was worn and made the dirt into bars.WIT THAT fuse SHIT HOW I GET IT lit, I'm high as fuck, I'm reaching for stars IN ORBIT DAMN I BE ON SUM SPACE SHIT. Only guided by my ego I'm gonna blow up. QUICK Torpedo. Shit is skill, no luck involved, I was beaten down but improvised and survived.THAT ILL SHIT Then I adapted, TO THE STREETS BY THE GCODE AND NEVER CHASE A HOE ONLY LIVE WITH HONOR overcame, THE BULLSHIT and evolved WIT REALNESS Now it's time to conquer, I'm on a continental conquest TYPE SHIT ’Cause I'm the fucking best.AT THE TRILL SHIT WHEN ITS ONLY KILL SHIT So keep wearing that vest over your chest You'll still feel my heat, motherfucker.WHEN THEM FIRE URSHIT Shit, holmes, I stole and brought a brick home. So better don’t turn into a detective, ’Cause my piece ain't selective Never leave without it, I'm Mahatma, We reaching for stars like NASA. Bit that line, no malice intended I’m the king of thieves, Rules bended. You mad? Talk to my extendo. So shut up, And watch me turn this blow into dough