6 Figures

I've been thuggin' since the morn'

It's only right we've gotta ball

I've been thugged since I was born

I've been thuggin' since the morn'

It's only right we've gotta ball

I've been thugged since I was born

I've been running from the law

I've been thuggin' since the morn'

6 figures, couple songs but my **** gone

And they ain't sitting on no stars that I'm wishing on

Granny told me smoking all that weed will have your vision gone

Never drop a tune to the same beat I writ it on

Serving kittys long, swerving in my dingy dong

I ain't stepping in the club if I can't bring the thing along

Just know it's real rap, straight facts, this ain't no sing along

I just wish my **** D was here so we could sing a song

Told him I won't stop and I'm on job until my dinner's long

Even selling spice on the wing and throw it on the bong

Another pad spin, I'm beeping on the one

I'm pissed off, sitting down the block thinking 'bout silly gwop

When I touched the roads, little crop (Pissed off)

Two jobs, five quid a box, I'm shutting down blocks and old T spots

There's nothing better than some brown prof (Nothing)

I switch spots if the town's hot, everywhere we go man can sell stuff

If you knew my name you could just check me on the browser

Counting money's long, I need a money counter

I get the Bobby doubled up and throw it in the press

5 milli views, fuck it, life's been a mess

I ain't celebrating life cah my **** dead

Fuck a little check, I'm putting deezy on my neck

Deezy on my chest make it look easy when I flex

Little punks never been a threat, wake up gotta go get (Easy man)

With my stove yes, oh yes, I need my own clothes next

I got stones on the stove and I got dough to collect

Polls in the dent, I'm working on my project

Roads are a mess, phones will have me depressed

I'm thinking shows or the Rex, is it the scales or the decks?

Got me weighing up my options, trying to see what's next

If I get grabbed with any packs, I'm going straight to the pen

Voices in my head telling me to break it again (Fuck that, man)

Same time my **** dead, I gotta make it for them

Let me drop a freestyle no more waiting again

I drop it straight off the head, music game a load of stress, I got no patience for them

**** stealing my flow, they better pay me for them

Over 100k in a day, don't take the piss, silly numbers make me sick

Now I'm getting paid legit, I don't know what to say to this, let's see who raps the craziest

(For real, man) I'm just a nasty little stone seller, first vid milli views with no pressure

Fuck a plaque, I just wish that I could show Tecca

Obviously I can't chat forever

You my brother if we ever sold a pack together

I love Manny but I really need the whole game

No games, I hurt the rap, I hurt the roads, I gotta roll safe

Name hot so I don't show face

But I just wish that I could show Fabes

Or see the look on little bro's face

I'd be surprised if they don't hate

Flipping 'ell, I'm wishing well, I hope it goes great

I'm on my own dropping flows at my bro's grave

Freestyling and wilin' until my throat aches

You would've died if you seen what my shitty little phone makes

Wrap it and stash it, I ain't using no safe

Send my youngin with the packet and tell him "Roll safe"

I woke up dreaming 'bout the dope game, shits fucked, crazy how the roads changed and shits different from the old days

I used to think when I'm older I want 20 'Macs and 10 gold chains, a big Range or sick Benz

Shit started off crazy we gon' see how this shit ends (For real, man)