6 Jesus lyrics

by

RUSSELL!


[Verse]
Look, better watch your place, boy
f*ck around and get erased boy
Here go another motherf*cker that be talking sh*t about me
But can't say it to my face, what a shame boy
sh*t you ain't everything you claim boy
I can see it through your eyes, realize
I don't gotta knuckle up with you to prove you b*tch made
You ain't gotta talk about your accolades, b*tch I done that
Woah, short fuses for the douches
If you really live my life you will see how to win
Talking ball to these hoes, tryna be like the man
But b*tch you snapchat sh*t, I just see it again
Hold up, nowadays boys wanna be the f*cking boy
But it ain't no one that can be like all the other boys
They talk a lot, like oh I keep that sh*t hunnid boy
sh*t like man I heard that from a hunnid boys
f*cking bucket, we know you a liar
Your whole swag got old man you know it retired
So you switch it up like ugh sh*t, I know we inspire
You play this sh*t through the aux like you know this is fire
Hold up, I tell her I ain't really drive the U-Haul
Uber rides is how i make them b*tches cruise home
Have her wake up in the morning at the condo
I have her walk up out the lobby riding in a Yukon
Hard work get's you large perks
Eating good I bought some large shirts
Cause this belly got me going R. Kelly
Put the key up in the ignition baby tell them that I'm flexing
Homie I'm just flexing, Momma still need attention
They like "Why you smoking cigs? sh*t bad, sh*t'll kill you"
But I'll tell you what will kill you more than anything, stress
Homie I'm just stressin' - I tell her that I mean it
With fiending needs for this cream and my team is leanin' for cheese
So we schemin' and losing sleep steady dreamin' for everything
That we needed when we was teens, that was money, power, respect
Stacy Keibler and Justin Bieber's net worth, you b*tches is dead first
We getting this bread first, then give them the best curse
It's a fact, that I'm gifted as a f*cker and I'm getting to this money
This year all I've learnt was never listened to the f*ck sh*t
Everyday and everyday and everyday, I'm hustlin'
And I don't gotta butt kiss, I live this tough love sh*t
I'm about to say last thang, I'm about to say last thang
Fella, you was hot back when Nelly wore a band aid
God damn, that's lame -

[Outro]
And I'm not stupid b*tch, coming from the motherf*ckin' 9-0-5
But everybody says we're from the 6, I see the lies
And I'm not stupid b*tch, I'm not stupid, b*tch I'm not you
Cause ever since I came back on the scene
All these youngin's wanna hate right now
Yeah I'm the most hated in my city, I'm proud, I'm proud
Still without a co-sign, I'll be wasting no time
Plan A's coming I'm about to steal your whole shine
Richvale Clique, b*tch
Plan A -
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