Lyrics 6am in Vallejo - Tota

I did it all in a year
This shit is mine yeah I'm callin it here
Put it on wax
Now I'm all in yo ear
I do everything but back pace
Hopped in my bag like a sack race
I could push a button and you gone that's my backspace
I never wanted cheese enough to join the fuckin rat race
All they videos got guns in them I'm done with them
These light bars
I'm really having fun with them
You ain't a killa cause you run with them
Them sneak disses is trash my nigga literally
You know you just showing yo insecurity
They got pumps and still ain't pumping no fear in me
As I reflect they trynna mirror me

Guess I'm the nigga to watch
I opened doors while they was picking the lock
No bartender we just sending the shots
Oh you ain't know this be my coldest year
I'm really taking the throne
Y'all touch bases but me I'm really taking it home
I'm trynna save my niggas from white Jesus
And mental oppression
I tried to call it but ain't get no reception
I think it's all in they plan
They throwing salt I let it fall in my hand
You a dog cause you follow commands
I work for myself
Did it alone bitch I owe myself
Selfie cam I had to show myself
I know yo bitch and I know myself
Before I left this bitch sink I'll row myself

I'm back on them Bethel High days
When I was battling niggas
Ask Vegas Ima animal nigga
Yeah I was giving bars while niggas was doing math
This shit ain't new to me
What could they do to me
I know better than to hold the piece on internet
Cause that's public information boy remember that
But I ain't trynna knock em cause these niggas really trying
But if everybody killas why it ain't nobody dying
It all sound good
But I think somebody lying
I knew it all would happen
Ima muthafuckin' mayan
I think I got it figured out
I let it rain then clear it out
I'm who you hear about
Melody Sariah is the only thing I care about
Threaten her and they'll be asking for ya whereabouts

I'm on this year
Ima drop some mo songs this year
Every play is fourth and long this year
I'm going deep in this bitch
Think I sleep with this bitch
Stick a fork in it
So I could eat with the shit
Milli said she miss that o twelve Tota
I think I'm back
Said I got a whole lot on my plate
I'm thinking snack
If everybody living a lie who speaking facts
They rapping bout bodies
The government keeping track
I'm trynna save you from yoself my nigga
This the part where you run and get some help my nigga
They rather see me dead than at the top of the chart
I had to tie a knot in my heart
Cause I was showing love while niggas was really plottin'
Trynna get you out the field
You rather be picking cotton
You bit into the apple
I told you to let it rotten
They jealous over my drive
I warned them before they got in

If they ain't taking risk
They jealous of what you got
How you gon to be a shooter
But neva shooting yo shot
Cause y'all be doing the most
But I be doing a lot
Ironic how they raps tell me everything they not
Probably feelin' a way
We all know they ain't as real as they say
They Kit Kats I had to give them a break
I'm on go these niggas still on a break
They lack class like they still on a break
At this rate in five years I'll be great
It's 6am in Vallejo I'm thinking elevation
With less stress and more dedication