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• Written by SixUpp
as a little kid,
always dreamed of making that dividend
Just like my daddy did but I'm living a life of sin
Since I picked up the pen I've been so mental
Killing niggas dental with my voice and instrumentals
Words flowing through my temple the pencil pedalling me
To the devil's agenda going through weird dilemmas you see,
Snakes in the grass but all I gotta do is mow the lawn
Constant scribbling on my pad every night till the break of dawn
Till your fucking gone
This ain't call of duty son you can't respawn
Brains over brawn nigga you never knew you was just a pawn
They say if you got it then you should flaunt it
But in your case if you got it then you dropped it
Picked you from your pockets
thank you for your wallet
This is some good chocolate
Never ate it though I lost it
You game was rising nigga but then I came and paused it
You could've have caught the pass and scored but nigga I hogged it
I can't allow anyone to ever pass me
I cut class see, in order to perfect my art and make a masterpiece
I gladly slit your throat if you try and catch me slipping
Don't say I warned you nigga so stay in your division
Tricked the system, witness my inhibition take over the planet earth
And keep everyone wishing that they never slept on six
Only person worse than cursing never rehearsing could end you and your farm
With a flick of my wrist
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SixUpp
Member since November 10 2014