6 Figures

6 figures, couple songs but my niggas gone
And they ain’t sitting on no stars that I’m wishing on
Granny told me smoking all that weed will have your vision gone
Never drop a tune to the same beat I writ it on
Serving kittys long, swerving in my dingy dong
I ain't stepping in the club if I can’t bring the thing along
Just know it’s real rap, straight facts this ain’t no sing along
I just wish my nigga D was here so we could sing a song
Told him I won’t stop and I’m on job until the dinners long
Even selling spice on the wing and throw it on the bong
Another pad spin I’m beeping on the one
I’m pissed off, sitting down the block thinking bout silly gwop
When I touched roads little crop
Two jobs, five quid a box I’m shutting down blocks and old t spots
There nothing better then brown prof
I switch spots if the towns hot, everywhere we go man can sell stuff
If you knew my name you could just check me on the browser
Counting money’s long, I need a money counter
I get the Bobby doubled up and throw it in the press

5 milli views fuck it life’s been a mess
And I ain’t celebrating life cause my niggas dead
Fuck a little check, I’m putting deezy on my neck
Deezy on my chest make it look easy when I flex
Little punks never been a threat, wake up gotta go get
With my stove yes, oh yes I need my own clothes next
I got stones on the stove and I got dough to collect
Polls in the dent, I’m working on my project
Roads are a mess, phones will have me depressed
I’m thinking shows or the Rex, is it the scales or the decks?
Got me weighing up my options trying to see what’s next
If I get grabbed with any pack I’m going straight to the pen

Voices in my head telling me to break it again
Same time my niggas dead I gotta make it for them
Let me drop a freestyle no more waiting again
I drop it straight of the head, music game a load of stress I got no patience for them
Niggas stealing my flow, they better pay me for them
Over 100k in a day don’t take the piss silly numbers make me sick
Now I’m getting paid legit, I don’t know what to say to this, let’s see who raps the craziest
I’m just a nasty little stone seller, first vid milli views with no pressure
Fuck a plaque I just wish I could show Tecca
Obviously I can’t chat forever
You my brother if we ever sold a pack together
I love money but I really need the whole game
No games I hurt the rap I hurt the roads I gotta roll safe
Name hot so I don’t show face
But I just wish that I could show Fabes
Or a see the look on little bro’s face
I’d be surprised if they don’t hate
Flipping and I’m wishing well I hope it goes great
I’m on my own dropping flows at my bros grave
Freestyling and wilin’ until my throat aches
You would’ve died if you seen what my shitty little phone makes
Wrap it and stash I ain’t using no safe
Send my youngin with the packet and tell him roll safe
I woke up dreaming bout the dope game, shits fucked, crazy how the roads changed, and shits different from the old days
I used to think when I’m older I want 20 macs and 10 gold chains, a big range or sick benz
Shit started off crazy we gone see how this shit ends