6MR j.j. - L.T.E. (feat. Lucky)

The accord was a Honda
Not a sacovian nigga
The lagonda was stolen
I'm smoking petroleum
The hiding on momma was showing
The coat was a fur
Smoke in the air
Loafers, a pair of them ogres my nigga
They green like namekians
Cheese like a Mexican
Open the air
Dropping the wig like I'm out of denial
Jumping on 70 east
What imma eat
I should go get me some rice
Jump on the hitter and holla at cuz
What's going on
What it is
What it was
He at the barber shop getting a cut
I'm on my way n I'm rolling a dub
Ozone of shrubs
I got some bops n they four for the dub dub dub
Phone in my lap and it's jamming like jelly
Clock in the armrest, but time you can't tell it
Glock in the car and where, I ain't telling
And when I got caught know you're boy wasn't telling
We was too young but was in it too deep
Stick to the story
Don't tell on your team
No nuts n no glory gone sew what you reap
live on a song imma die on a beat.
Wrapped like a box on the run from the laws
Wrapped like a 3.5 stashed in my draws
Trapped as a knee high Ask grandma
Hit a Shan on the sink now I got lock jaw I will not nod off
Going ham hall street and I got the top off
Pulling scams all week I have not got caught
Put your hands on me it's about to pop off
Stand on my feet not a nigga too tall
Keto the diet
evil cuz I seen the heroes expire
Breathing cuz I keep the evil alive
Demon cuz I seen it leaving they eyes
Spirits and deities gods
Three at a time
Blessed but he equally odd
Depressed but no need for the crying
Stretch like you reaching up high
Press and the Heat gone come out dressed like a deacon for now

Live on the edge
I visit beef in the cemetery with the dead
Live on the edge
I visit beef in the cemetery with the dead
Live on the edge
I visit beef in the cemetery with the dead
Live on the edge, yeah yeah
Live in the edge, yeah yeah

I'm out on the lamb
I ain't a sheep
I count, ain't nobody counting me

I stay with the Band, we keep it a thousand
A dog, your bitch, is hounding me

I get with that nigga, we link
And we joke
And we smoke
And we fuck until sound asleep
Up in the morning, gone no warning, yeah
He know im slick like chicken grease
Legally, I'm clocking like 500 a week
What if i get a K pack
Be a sharp nigga like jeans creased up from the way back
Manage at your local Target, you a wasteman
We bubblin up like water in your basement
I ain't ever sell to baseheads
But honestly, I'm racist
Keep that white girl out my faces
I ain't got no time for Tracy
I just pulled up at the bank to bust some hundreds to some Micheals
Got that Tito's in my cup next to my Bible
I be trippin, i might drip right off the Earth if i ain't careful
I just mind my fucking business, eat my kale and smoke my herbal
You will never join my circle
My blood is blue, its like purple
No cuz in you, you like once-removed
You might run ya jewel if i'm comin through
You might run yo jewels

Live on the edge
I visit beef in the cemetery with the dead

Written by:
Jarris Williams, Justin Farrar

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