Savage (Rapper) - 6 God Remix lyrics

(BOP! BOP! BOP!) Gun shots by the bus stop Go to school with the tool in the lunchbox Slung rocks, 6 foot, no jump shot n***as die young comin' from where I'm from Man it's hot up in the 309 so you gotta keep a nine Youngin's got stripes like adidas signs But I'm tryna find the peace of mind Blowin' loud, thinkin' all about the n***as that I had to leave behind My uncle went to jail n***a (Yeah his a** gone) Over ten in the cell n***a (Send his a** home) Rest in peace my homies dead Hope I seem them boys again, that's heaven or hell n***a Grippin on the chrome While I'm thinking about the crimes, selling dimes Need to dime times hard, so my momma got another job Built dude told the plug that I need two Need food, then a motherf**er getting robbed Went for roaches in the kitchen Paper plates it wasn't dishes, ramen noodles that's all that I ate n***a Other sh** was too expensive, knew I had to make a difference, so I prayed and asked God for a wage n***a And he told me make music, grind hard, stay to it Man it makes me wanna sing like Drake do it Oooohhhh just playin', but I'm plottin' on 'em, really goin' hard like I can't do it n***a what ever it takes, do it If you gotta rob a bank, with the mask and the cape, do it Puttin' money in the safe, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the day that my family in a place with a gate to it Life is safe for my brother he can play in the streets, not worry about gangs or stray bullets Cause in the 9, n***as dyin' all the time Cross me like a finish line, bullets race through 'em. Bang My AK in the 8th grade, same n***as in the gang ain't a thing changed But I'm tryna get some money On the come up with my brothers, If you n***as play with him then its bang bang, bang! And I ain't wanna rap boy, fifteen with the dreams of a jack boy And n***a I ain't never snitch, but you can call me a rat cause if it's cheese in ya trap imma snap boy. Damn Why they have to take mace? But I know you ain't gone, you just moved to a safe place More money more problems, and they had it so they shot him, so before I touch a mill imma say grace "Dear father, I'm a sinner. (Yes Lord) If they get me, swear its cause I'm a k**er. (Yes Lord) You can sort 'em out when I send 'em Had a dream to be a sinner cause Kareem was my n***a But I ain't have a sky hook, (nah) but my punch lines land like a right hook So I stopped shooting bricks, and I started moving zips Grams for the fifteen, I got a nice cook And if you want a feature, you better come up with the cheddar, for the fifteen you could get a nice hook Baretta underneath the sweater, tryna setup, you can wet up, but with fifteen you will get your life took. God