paroles de chanson 6:04Am - CGB

Ugh
Yo check this shit, check it real quick

Shit, imma be here all night
Imma pour all this drink
Baby, imma live my life
So, I don't give a fuck if you part of it
No, I don't give a fuck if you part of it
It'd be nice
But, I ain't gonna stress that shit
Do you feel me baby?

Whatchu think CGB stand for?
Can't Go Broke, homie
Cause I stand alone in this world
And its cold, and you know me
Gotta keep some rolls on me
Keep pouring Henny
Get these fuckin' hoes off me
And I still put the work in
Still gotta focus
Still gotta work for me
And calculate the portions
Brett'll get some, and Krev'll get some
Got cuts on my thumbs
I'm scared these mothafuckas shortin
Nico get some, get Cubez to count the sum
Send half to my mom, just to help her get sorted
I was pretty fucked, causin' trouble
So I wouldn't blame her
If she woulda wished that she got me aborted
But we straight now, right now
Food up on our plate, now
Left my comfort zone
And I'm chillin on a plane, now
Touchdown to LAX, finally feeling sane now
Same cloud, quite lifted
Not much to complain about

Shit, imma be here all night
Imma pour all this drink
Baby, imma live my life
So, I don't give a fuck if you part of it
No, I don't give a fuck if you part of it
It'd be nice
But, I ain't gonna stress that shit
Do you feel me baby?
I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
But i'll probably stretch that bitch
Nah, I ain't gon stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
Nah, I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon stress that shit
Feel me?

I sit back with a blunt on my lip, relaxing
You can tell this whole music thing my passion
Not only the rapping, but composing songs
To get the fans clapping
And if my fam ain't snappin' they necks
I know it's whack shit
Back to the pen, and then the booth
This is practice, yeah I'm on the verge of being classic
Like Vince on the Raptors
This a slam dunk homie
This some 6ix shit
Not the dot, bruh you fucking know me
And you know where I reside
At my crib with the homies
Kickin' rhymes until the day the morgue come and report me
And if I gotta a wifey and a baby, lord support thee
Know I only wanted to be happy
But I got corrupted slowly
By the government, my ex girl, the next girl and the covenant
Meditate on that and if you know me
Imma be here all night, but these nights end shortly
Show me love while I'm here
Cause this world is so lonely

Shit, imma be here all night
Imma pour all this drink
Baby, imma live my life
So, I don't give a fuck if you part of it
No, I don't give a fuck if you part of it
It'd be nice
But, I ain't gonna stress that shit
Do you feel me baby?
I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
But i'll probably stretch that bitch
Nah, I ain't gon stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon' stress that shit
Nah, I ain't gon' stress that shit
I ain't gon stress that shit
Feel me?