No Title 6 lyrics

[Intro]
Church, Church (Church, Church)

[Verse]
Been in the game a decade, not one successful remake
Becomin' a old head, rugged rapper with supreme aim
Made roads nobody knows about famous, you know the street names
No PR to play my album, when it drops, I got respect as my campaign
Bar for bar you throw some shots, no police, you still gon' get detained
We ain't standin' on the level near each other, that sh*t fake
I just treat 'em like they kids 'cause they imagination crank
Merit badges on they jackets, tryna claim they high in rank
My goons gon' get a wrench and bust your head, we still runnin' the block today
We out here actin' too ratchet and clank
MHBs hop out GMCs and hit you with the tools like Harbor Freight
I put you in a stolen truck and roll that b*tch into the lake
True Crime that sh*t, b*tches
My lawyer said I had to tell you I'm just kiddin'
'Cause court got me doin' way too much spinnin'
Just know I'm done with all y'alls sh*t, for real, you better feel me
Catalog, after this long, worth 'bout a hundred million
Sick of bein' sick and tired, now I might f*ck around and kill ya
Remember I'm just writin' entertainment scripture for some other people
You're kiddin', you're kiddin' don't say that
What? Ha-ha-ha-ha
Scared of me, oughta be, audio honestly
When I state opinions, everyone callin' me
Don't give a f*ck if a blue check unfollows me
b*tch, I am ballin', and you can come swallow me
They call me Nazi, I say that you're not a be
Need to beat, want a feat, go get it, not from me
Solid commodity, hip-hop anomaly
Up to the Church and the Holy Ghost followin'
I'm the Super Duty, not my fault hip-hop is now a sh*t game
sh*t been different since Wayne made a soundbite out of lit flames
Ain't no real artists out fishin' for the quick claim
f*ck a red carpet, tell 'em roll me out a brick lane
Comin' through like Mad Max, got nine lives on a bad cat
Murderers paint the game matte black
I'm a road warrior, don't need masks
This that trail blaze music, redneck hell raise music
Blue collar poppin', trunk thumpin' in a champagne Buick
No Slim Shady, too much barbeque
Plus, everybody know I got the juice
Like Tom Brady, I'm touchin' down, patriotic partner chillin' in the booth
Paid homage to who need it, now I'm collectin' debt from dudes (Give me)
Don't call me askin' who, I only talk to people livin' 'round my crew
[Chorus]
Ayy, mother... f*ck it, I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm cruisin' (Hell naw)
Hellcat ain't no thing, my dusty boots gon' lose 'em (Woo)
Drivin' skill be somethin' action movies dupin' (Skrtt)
So many lanes, Bo and Luke couldn't even do it
Ayy, f*ck it, I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm cruisin' (Nope)
Hellcat ain't no thing, my dusty boots gon' lose 'em (Yeah)
Drivin' skill be somethin' action movies dupin' (Yeah)
So many lanes, Bo and Luke couldn't even do it (Yeah)

[Outro]
Nah
KalaniOnDaBeat, motherf*cker