6 God (Remix)

[Verse: $avage]

Bop! Bop! Bop!
Gunshots by the bus stop
Go to school with the tool in the lunchbox
Slung rock, 6 foot no jumpshot
Niggas die young, coming where I'm from
Man it's hot up in the 309
So you gotta keep a 9
Youngins got stripes, fuck Adidas signs
But I'm trying to find the peace of mind
Blowing loud, thinking all about the niggas that I had to leave behind
My uncle in the jail nigga (yeah his ass gone)
Over 10 in the cell nigga (sent his ass home)
Rest in peace my homies dead
Hope I see them boys again
That's heaven or hell nigga (gripping on the chrome)
While I'm thinking 'bout a crime
Selling dimes
Need a dime
Times hard so my momma got another job
Bill due, told the plug that I need 2
Need food, then a motherfucker getting robbed
Went from roaches in the kitchen
Paper plates, it wasn't dishes
Ramen noodles, that's all that I ate nigga
Other shit was too expensive, knew I had to make a difference
So I prayed and asked God for a way nigga
And he told me make music, grind hard
Stay to it man, made me wanna sing like Drake do it
Ohhh I'm just playing but I'm plotting on a milly
Going hard like I can't do it
Nigga whatever it takes, do it
If you gotta rob a bank with a mask and a cape, do it
Putting money in the safe
But I'm thinking about the day that my family's in a place with a gate to it
Nice and safe for my brother, he can play in the streets, not worrying about gangs or straight bullets
Cause in the 9 niggas dying all the time
Cross me like a finish line bullets race through him
Bang
Made 8k in the 8th grade
Same niggas in the gang ain't a thing changed
But I'm tryna get some money, on the come up with my brothers
If you niggas play with 'em then it's bang bang, bang
And I ain't one to rap boy
15 with the dreams of a jack boy
And nigga I don't ever snitch
But you could call me a rat
Cause if it's cheese in your trap Imma snap boy
Why they have to take Mace?
But I know you ain't gone you just moved to a safe place
More money, more problems
And they had it so they shot him
So before they touch a mil' Imma say grace
Dear Father, Imma sinner
And forgive me, cause I swear Imma killer
You could sort 'em out when I send 'em
Had a dream to be a sinner, cause Kareem was my nigga
But I ain't have a sky hook
But my punchlines landing like a right hook
So I stopped shooting bricks, and I started moving zips
Grams for the 15, I got a nice cook
And if you want a feature, you better come up with the cheddar for the 15, you could get a nice hook
Barretta underneath the sweater
Try to setup you'll get wet up
Over 15, you'll get you're life took
God