6 Figures lyrics

6 figures, couple songs but my n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 p*ssed 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 f*ck it life’s been a mess
And I ain’t celebrating life cause my n*ggas dead
f*ck 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 n*ggas 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
n*ggas stealing my flow, they better pay me for them
Over 100k in a day don’t take the p*ss 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
f*ck 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 sh*tty 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, sh*ts f*cked, crazy how the roads changed, and sh*ts 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
sh*t started off crazy we gone see how this sh*t ends