Lyrics: Aubrey Graham
Music: Aubrey Graham
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For the city'dem
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They gotta light the tower up for this
Yeah
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Out in the 6ix, I'm a national treasure
The niggas that back me gon' back me forever
R.I.P. Kobe, but y'all niggas brokie
That's probably why y'all be shackin' together
Capo and Lita got habits together
Like couples vacation, they packin' together
Like rushin' to finish, they'll slap it together
The charges like COVID, they'll catch it together
They hate me so much, it's a sickenin' thing
They must've heard wrong on the call
I sent 'em a sack 'cause I wanted you shipped to the king
When you was a part of the team
We used to be plannin' our Mexico trip in the spring
We must've been dealin' the spur of the moment
'Cause why did we think you could get us a ring?
They braggin' 'bout how you went home, the **** are they on?
Crodie, we threw 'em away
G Pop sent us a real one from Daygo
And next thing you knew, we was throwing parades
**** all you pussies, man, who could relate?
Might just go take me a walk by the sea
They diss on the boy till they blue in the face
I put all the faces that's blue in the safe
Really can't find me the words
You niggas is birds, I wish that I knew what to say
Move to your block, I don't see your face
Your first time back since back in the day
First time lit since back in the day
We needed that chip since back in the day
My mind on the money, I'm rackin' my brain
And none of you pussies is actin' the same
Yeah, none of you pussies is actin' the same
None of you pussies is actin' the same
Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain
Go to the hotel right after your game
And come your show and get back on the plane
But don't stick around in the 6ix
Don't stick around in the 6ix
Ayy, yeah (O—)
Boy gotta dip out the 6ix, run out the 6ix, just like you did (Okay)
Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is (O—)
Checks out and this my kink, pushin' out ink, I feel like a squid (Okay)
I would probably need a YouTube search just for me to do a laundry load (O—)
Alex Moss tryna bring me back a hundred years from now, he got my body froze (Okay)
All these niggas want a head tap, I did more damage off a body blow (O—)
I can't hit you off the iPhone shit, lemme hit you off the lobby phone (Okay)
Niggas gotta be around here, don't swivel 'cause we are not alone (O—)
Niggas gotta be around ice, on the same shit, like we monotone (Okay)
Niggas gotta be around ice with the sticks, I'm like a hockey coach (O—)
Niggas better have a bag with a pipe like they came from a— (Okay)
What? Bag with a pipe like they came from a Scottish home (O—)
Damn, way niggas talkin' 'bout ice, must be a sale on microphone (Okay)
How you niggas go from askin' for some tickets, now you niggas tryna stop the show (O—)
Ironic 'cause the Iceman was a nice man, now I'm hot and cold (Okay)
Boy gotta dip out the 6ix, run out the 6ix, just like you did
Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is (O—)
Checks out and this my kink, pushin' out ink, I feel like a squid (Okay)
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