6'under

Yuh, yuh
(Oh we in the fucking stew)
Okay!
(We're recording today)
Mic testing, does this shit work? (Hello?)
Uh, uh, okay
(IHATEWINDXWS on this track, kay kay run it back)
What, who
Alright
No drama
Need no drama
You don’t get to cap when you’re six feet under
Get a new check and make six clean commas
You a pussy boy, why I even bother?
No drama
Need no drama
You don’t get to cap when you’re six feet under
Get a new check and make six clean commas
You a pussy boy, why I even bother?
Okay these demons all around my head
They never seem to stop
You is a lame and while I make my bread
You only seem to talk
Okay, that’s fine
You got to make your bag, but shut your fucking mouth
'Cause all that talking’s gonna get you killed with that bandanna on
You think that I ain’t really bout it?
There’s reasons that I’m clouted
I’m already your father, but consider yourself grounded
Your bitch think I’m her daddy, so that’s why I had to pound it
You looking for your homies, better check the lost and found bin
(Hey, listen)
Mess with me and see your end, ain’t never see your block again
You know I kick it with the foes
But add my count and make it ten
No ammo in your Glock?
Oh shit
Real blunder!
Now let’s see how you’re talking when you’re six feet under
No drama
Need no drama
You don’t get to cap when you’re six feet under
Get a new check and make six clean commas
You a pussy boy, why I even bother?
No drama
Need no drama
You don’t get to cap when you’re six feet under
Get a new check and make six clean commas
You a pussy boy, why I even bother?