作词 : Maurice "Kenoe" Jordan/Kayshaun Mclean/Kentrell Gaulden/Seth Christopher Love

作曲 : Maurice "Kenoe" Jordan/Kayshaun Mclean/Kentrell Gaulden/Seth Christopher Love

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Six in the mornin' (Free my brother)

I say, look, ayy, it's Lil Top, n!gga

My team in the hood die 'bout me

Look, look

Look, I'm up at six in the mornin'

I told my b**ch pull up on me

I heard them hitters they on me

My army not sleepin' for nothin'

Creep up and run down on somethin'

I heard they say that they thuggin'

I heard they said I was pu**y

I said don't try me for nothin'

I heard

I heard a pu**y n!gga got hit up with that blick, he couldn't do sh*t, wasn't with that sh*t

I heard a n!gga got swerved out and he was with his b**ch, that ho got hit

I heard [*cough*] last breath comin' from that b**ch

I heard you don't like me, I don't like you neither, n!gga

How the f**k you claim you won't fight me? B**ch, I'm a killer

All white tee, some Nike slippers and a pistol, I'm too realer

Most nights five, I don't even sleep behind my motherf**kin' n!gga

They been rappin', I'ma zip 'em, put that on Dave

Take off his face, look in his eyes, how I was raised

I'm on frontline inside these days, yeah

B**ch, bang your gang 'cause I know I'm gon' do the same

Come snatch my chain, I'll bust your brain, shoot up your whole funeral in vain

Mama, I weigh just like a hundred pounds, somehow I still been stayin' strong

Unhealthy in this sh*t, I been gettin' wealthy in this sh*t

I got a wife, at night she hold me down, but if my money up, then gone

Got me back up in the North, I barely made it out that b**ch

I say ooh, yeah

Put sh*t on the news

Drop sh*t with that chopstick, let that b**ch hit, go boom

They ain't tell you I pop sh*t, tell 'em go watch the news

And I say ooh, come on, huh

Put sh*t on the news

Dirty thirty, this my stick, pop sh*t, can't move

B**ch, I'm pullin' up with that mop stick, bullets flyin' out the room

I have 'em swang back, they do sh*t dirty, can't trust 'em, they keep me worried

Cut throat 'em, they all deserve it, I say f**k 'em, I say f**k 'em

I see them plottin', they throw, I curve it

I just sit back, watch, I observe it

I, I see these b**ch n!ggas they claimin' that they love me

I held it down from top to bottom

These hoes be laughin' at my trauma

I say I got serious problems, I say I wanna kill somebody, b**ch

Snaked by ones I love and it's f**ked up, but ain't your problem

Look, I barely trust my mama, I say I ain't got nobody, b**ch

F**k n!gga, I'll kill you once and I wish I could twice

Tell 'em close they f**kin' mouth, they don't know sh*t about my life

But a n!gga that I merked, or a ho I did wrong or right

N!gga, I'm rich, so suck my d**k, I don't give a f**k about no stripes

Look, I'm up at six in the mornin'

I told my b**ch pull up on me

I heard them hitters they on me

My army not sleepin' for nothin'

Creep up and run down on somethin'

I heard they say that they thuggin'

I heard they said I was pu**y

I said don't try me for nothin'

I heard

I heard a pu**y n!gga got hit up with that blick, he couldn't do sh*t, wasn't with that sh*t

I heard a n!gga got swerved out and he was with his b**ch, that ho got hit

I heard [*cough*] last breath comin' from that b**ch

(K4 produced it)