Game 6

It's that season, nigga
Fully loaded, uh

More losses I took than wins
Instead of Porsches, I took the Benz
Forget friends that I trusted
But fuck it, still got my grin
Mama told me smile
And when I swing on niggas, hit they chin
Most don't recognize a shark
Until they swim and see that fin
Tryna fill up banks

Draped in Philipp Plein or Phillip Lim
Christian Dior, did all the decor I got from Kim
Jones on the phone, conducting business, talking investments
I know it's hard to see me stressing
But I'm not far from depression
How many funerals can I go to before I lose it?

How many days I miss with my daughters fucking with music?
I can't add 'em up
I burned the tips right after I bagged it up
At least ten years of my life, it felt like I had no luck
Rappers ask me for features, don't know I'm actually Ether
Never put in no time, niggas made it faster than pizza
Just got back from Ibiza
The women been on me before my braids, durag, and my Caesar
A hundred racks on that Visa

Being surrounded by death how you attracted to Jesus
Talking to God, asking questions that you had since a fetus
Since Butthead hung with Beavis, I discovered my genius
Like when Mr. Pibb told Haze Boogie don't come to the cleaners

2014, I got with Esco, strapped like Velcro
I tattooed my body from my ankles to my elbows
A lot of pain inside me, do I complain about it? Hell no
Before the rap, my cousin had a trap in Monticello

That's upstate New York, I got this beat from The Butcher
I'm top floor in SoHo, you tryna see me, just look up
Did a session, it was me and J. Cole just talking 'bout life
He was dolo, I pulled up with some homies, thought I was light
We went through a couple beats, then we found one so we could write
No bullshit, I got some of the best advice of my life
And I love him for it
I know magazines is giving covers for it
Extra cash for the casino just 'cause my mother want it
Nipsey was my brother, broke my heart, I seen that cover on him

Dog food, niggas know the fiends is up, they love the morning

6 AM
6:30, 7 In the morning
If you know, you know

In Jordan 14s, he slid by and wrestled him
'98, Game 6 style, this nigga won again
No matter how loud the music, heard my stomach rumbling
Shooter on the run for a month again, death is humbling
In Jordan 14s, he slid by and wrestled him
'98, Game 6 style, this nigga won again
No matter how loud the music, heard my stomach rumbling
Shooter on the run for a month again, death is humbling, nigga

Deluxe on the way, you know
Niggas like me only come once in a lifetime
Take a picture, nigga, yeah
How Did I Get Here, classic shit
This just exercise, you know
East Mix, nigga
Dirt Gang
Shooter, what up, nigga?