Steve Gunna - 6pm In Hartford lyrics

Intro: I swear man I gotta teach n***as how to rap man Haha yea Verse I can't feel these rap guys Over hype buzz over night these n***as not nas They bad habits, got a black casket for yall to sit in I'm sinning, I'm not new to this villain role The throne was made for a n***a like me to sit alone And Rap dudes act like they all get along It's not authentic Everybody friendly Middle finger well intended Who not offended will soon regret it When these lyrics start piecing And I won't repeat it f** you pee wee n***as Rapping in a league you Can't compete in I'm completely conceited So the concept of you telling me im arrogant sh** Just boosting my ego In my pea coat, all black Like I'm dressing for a funeral n***as working hard like they soon to blow And I respect it and I'm receptive To the idea, money evil, but I need it Like my miggas need a f**ing student loan For a degree that dont guarantee a job and end up going aback home That's f**ed on different levels I don't really trust, I hope to get to Cuz life as a pessimist yea that sh** get overwhelming I'm not over zealous, motivated and loving the pressure See Yall n***as lack substance Lack lusters, how do n***as f** with ya music I Guess the generation changing Something i gotta used to I don't say sh** for shock value My value hot, whether or not I pop I'm not pac but got props and that's me being modest too I'm trying to paint visions If fame come with it Probably change elevate my game Penetrate a few women with stripper names Just being real I got the juice Women laughing at you like you Bruce, Bruce I got a tight grip on hip hop You ain't gotta clue I'm star of the play, star player You don't play apart You don't get a Cue This that oh sh** he nice,and I do really f** with him for real My style, my sk**, willing to take on anyone that step forward I rep for Bx f** the bs Need a rolls Royce That's why I grind, columbine beats I'm In a column by self My own league So I don't speak Cuz I don't respect what you speaking of Quiet mute it, trying gathering money til my family from it Young breezy got the game and I'm a f**ing run it Outro: Its only right that I do sh** like this Ahahah Ya nah mean I talk my sh**, spit my lyrics and show you my lyrical prowess f** you cowards Dont doubt me Im full of lyrics, you full gimics You little b**hes Hahhaha What drizzy say tho Oh you gotta love it, oh you gotta love it Ahhh yea LINK TO SONG Https://soundcloud.com/realstevegunna/6pm-in-hartford