6ft7ft [Lil Wayne Remix]

[Verse 1] (Claas)
Yo 6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot bunch
I'm done beefing with niggas, so now I'll just take the lunch
Got a hunch big as Notre Dame, pizzles 'bout to go insane
Spitting that virus, so I'm a numb 'em like I'm Novocaine
Shoulder pain from carrying rappers up on my back
Underground kind of psychopath, roll with Hatchets Attack
Get it? Ha! Yeah, I spit it like sunflower seeds
I'm damaging the game, the Hulk, I'm Bruce Banner see
They all wanna hate me, but their women just adore me
They gotta rock t-shirts that support me
Their boyfriend's annoying - when all these rappers thinking they top notch
I'm running right past 'em, my 40 dash on your stopwatch
Cause you're not hot, me I'm earning the top spot
We running this shit from the bottom, meaning we got lots
Of room to just pass 'em like they were footballs
I'm a leave these niggas all black and blue, baby Lou Rawls
Who's jaw, beat that it's ready to fucking bite down
All the shit talking has got me needing a Sprite now
Right now, is when I make 'em believe I'm the best
Me and Alec Thompson, we reals but y'all are recess

[Verse 2] (A-Game)
Check it, I'm just an inch below a 6 foot height with a 7 foot ego
The way I lash on tracks and rappers I'm so fucking lethal
I'm steamrolling competition, opposition's nonexistent
My mission's to get as many people out there rockin' with it
Rappers looking mad, tell 'em come and get it
They know me and Claas finna serve the sickness
My flow's Ebola, trying' to get it spreaded quickly
That's why I'm passing my CD's out in your fucking' city
That's why I'm dropping free releases like it's nothing biggie
It's practice, I'm trying to see who's fucking with me
Cause soon, I'm gon' be getting love from plenty
And nobody bangs your music, cause you suck more than some Becky
Better sell all your equipment and try to apply at Denny's
Cause there's way too many rappers who wack and you're one of many bitch!
No one invests in themselves, they'd rather penny pinch
Pussies pushing products that ain't popping, don't got any hits
A rappers' life? I'm in the process of living it
Full-time college student, and I still get it in, you bitch!

[Verse 3] (A-Game)
Uh, dropped out of college, still write more papers than an honors kid
No time for drama, but you lames got time for all of it
I love rap, money, and bitches I'm wanting all of it
And when I make that rap money, bitches gon' want all of it
Used to pop Molly's, lost count how much I did the shit
I don't like to beef, but if you want to then I'm with the shit
My hard drive crashed, lost my music thought I'd quit the shit
Here I am a year later, and I'm still killin' shit
My homies used to rap, putting 'em on wax
Broken promises to fans, now I'm picking up their slack
I can do this on my own, that's a well-known fact
But I can't hate them, they helped me get to where I'm at
Reminiscing on the past, all the work we used to put up in
The studio, it's sad that we no longer do the shit
Fuck the server life, I'm trying to make it in the music biz
Cause serving food the rest of my life? Nah, I ain't gool with it