Young M.A - 6 God (Freestyle) lyrics

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Young M.A - 6 God (Freestyle) lyrics

I heard n***as sleeping on me And I got the heater just incase they creeping on me n***as booking me for shows 'cuz they know that im a problem Tell my n***as get a plate, we gon eat, nomore starving Big homie Li thats my muhf**in n***a And the big homie Jay said imma make you richer Im workin' workin' workin' January to December Gotta grind cuz ain't nothing like the feeling of a winner Im trynna live life got a lot on my agenda In puerto rico ridin' 4 wheelers in the winter I wanna be a boss, Ion wanna be a k**er And yeah I got the work but ion wanna be a dealer I wanna be something muhf**as can remember Ya n***as yelling sign her somebody better get her I remember when you rappers ain't never wanna listen MA you gotta chill, nah n***a I ain't finish Its time you pay attention, A beast is in existence f** having bars, n***a im the prison Ion see no competition, only money in my vision Yo MA they hatin on you, its funny that you mention Cuz first they hate on you, then they duplicate ya image Yeah you could say im wack, that ain't a fact thats ya opinion And yeah you prolly rap, but that dont mean you gifted You could talk about money, but that dont mean you get it ahhh man Ya done got me heated cuz all you n***as trash, it must be what you eat Yo why the f** these n***as breathing Yo tell these wack rappers beat it Im grindin' all mornin' all noon and all evening No resting no nappin' no laying no sleeping We working all weeeeek and all weekend The hustle is a drug so f** it im OD-ing And I know you dykes watchin me, I already peeped it You could never bee me so p**y keep dreaming Im a nightmare, this pipe here leave you right there Red Liiife, thats the gang we dont fight fair Im so ahead of you n***as, light-years Check after check after check no night airs Put the hot thing to ya head leave a price there They like that's a n***a spitting, nah thats a dyke there Put ya money where ya mouth at or put the mic there Im gettin' money, b**hes wanna cuff, dont have time there She said she want paradise well I can bring ya mind there Open up ya legs put my mmm all inside there Im a queen with a K sitting in my high chair n***a im from Brooklyn you could lose ya life there n***as can't rap and they people lyin' to em n***a im a beast im a f**ing lion to em Ooo you ain't tuff, why the f** you lying to em Thats the type of sh** that make me put the iron to em Put the fire to em f** a lion, im a giant to em Got the wolves with me and I can have you crying to em Cry wolf cry wolf p**y cry wolf ! 50 K racks Lookin' like 5 books Get money Stop worrying 'bout me cuz nobody heard of you but everybody heard of me M.A !