SIX – Zay Dante: Songtexte, Musikvideos & Konzerte

SIX

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Hip-Hop/Rap

SIX wurde am 15. Mai 2026 von Relatable Records als Teil des Albums TASTE veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumTASTE

Veröffentlichungsdatum15. Mai 2026

LabelRelatable Records

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM89

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Zay Dante

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Isaiah Dante Washington

Isaiah Dante Washington

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Demko

Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Smoke to it, ****

Smoke to it, ****

Yeah

Alright

Smoke to it, ****

One day we'll get richer

Then have the baddest on the block 'cause we were six figures

He spent his whole life wonderin' how to get it quicker

Money and pussy, a little weed and some hard liquor

See that's what makes a good man

'Cause the coolest dude he knew told him he need himself a baddie with a suntan

You ain't worth nothin' until you fucking, don't you know man?

No pussy? You pussy, and that's the worst thing you could be, friend

So, he got himself a nice girl from the suburbs

He loved her smile, conversation really beyond words

She told them she don't know if she enough to keep a ****

Because her ex told her if she ain't fuckin, she don't really got worth

So, as all the time passed, the lovin' just couldn't last

'Cause she was fucked up from her ex, man, that **** was trash

All her bagg-age from her past gettin' ashed

In his blunt, after it's over she leave him in the past

Now, he done took a couple lessons

His heart is so rested, it don't beat for love and precious

The fucking is good, when he do it, he feel respected

And if he do it, then not the pain that's in his chest go poof

At least for a couple seconds

Desperate, delicate, along with an element of fear of irrelevance

If I can fuck you good, you'll stay in my presence

If I can keep you here, I'm worth the life I'm livin'

Am I worth it?

How many men askin' the same question?

Wrapped in aggression, depression, mental is so congested

He think about the friend that told him what had made him

Cool was that he would prioritise the sex in a second

Now, that was the same thing his ex heard from her ex

Why all these men have set the precedent for sex in the present?

In other words, if you ain't fuckin' then you ain't worth nothin'

Internalise hatred for themself, forced by the pressure

The pressure to get to pussy, the pressure to get it now

The pressure to make sure you still the man of the house

The pressure to be that ****, the pressure to swing them hands

The pressure being forced on you the way only men can

The pressure of bad advice, except when he in the night

He feel an emptiness inside, just ignore it, you'll be aight

But if you dig a little deeper

That loving for the male validation ain't just a sleeper

He got feelings for men

Now, let's take stock of the situation

He loved the girls but men was never apart of the conversation

When Jesus said "Love thy neighbor" The church took that message

And twisted it to "It's a sin, you're gonna pay for"

You ain't made in His image if it makes them uncomfortable

So rather than teach the word, they're gonna poison the message

Now what y'all gon' say when you get rejected from heaven

'Cause you spent your whole life spreading hatred, pain, and division, huh

Growing up hating the parts that God had made for them

Then learning to hate others the same way, you ashaming Him

Wondering why people stay away from religion?

Maybe look in the mirror and pay a little attention

'Cause if you tell someone that love is something that should be hidden

Never see the best parts, you make 'em scared to be different

Make 'em feel like they part of they life worth skipping

And that's exactly what he did, he left that feeling a feeling

So, he puts his mind to making money again

There's a thinking that if he get enough, it'll fix him within

So we stacked him a little bread, it's taking over his head

He get everything he want and his soul still feeling dead

His friend tells him he need him some hoes, get over it

The obsession with sex and getting money leave him depressed

He looks over at the man he knows to be his friend

And he ask him a question "Man, what makes you who you is?

Is it the money, the women, the drugs, the fame?

Is it bottling your emotions 'till you feel no shame?

Is it finding yourself a girl who have no part of your game?

Or fucking up your own life 'cause you can't get with the pain?

You hate yourself so much, you tell yourself that she was to blame

Then tell the other men around you the exact same thing

Is it spreading around your message that we pawn off of pain?

Then bury it in blunts and liquor, then do it again?

Okay then, smoke to it ****

But I'll paint you a picture

The last time he was happy was when that girl was with him

The friend he listened to was like the ex that had her tripping

Taking advice from **** that really hate women

'Cause they hate themself, you follow you a pussy

You should go and fuck yourself, or look in a mirror

Start to change your behavior, the only ones who can

Is us, until we do, then they shit the meaning of man

Written by: Isaiah Dante Washington

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