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a6 - hb freestyle (season 4) - a6 & hardest bars lyrics

[intro: a6]
hehehehe, ayy, ayy (proffit)
heh, you know the time (proffit)
a6, i’m back
demon, demon, someone hide
hold you case, scream “demon”, but did they know ’bout demon time?
how many lives?
how many wives cried?
how many opps revived?
heard the sd’s caught that body, afterlife, that soul is mine
[verse: a6]
how many cheffins?
how many wettins?
how many man did i torture?
all the opps don’t want this beef, so roll ‘cah they know my aura
i’m good with the mash, good with the borer
good with my fists, man’s made for war
f*ck with me and i’ll come to your door
k!ll your whole bloodline’s in that morgue
let me say one thing
touch ghost, you’re dead
you can still be an old man breathin’, fresh home, i’ll k!ll your kids
go back in and i’ll do that bid
he ain’t on nuttin’, he ain’t on p*ss
fifteen inch got put in a skull last time a yute try f*ck with the 6
when you in war, you take them l!cks
scars in my face, man’s made for this sh*t
not one time have i left that field without puttin’ my blade in skin
bare man think it’s an agent ting
wait ’til i really up off for this wig
heard that couple opps changed their life
when i see him, i’m changin’ him
cheff, cheff, cheff, cheff
that’s all of my dreams untold
and i ain’t know internet gangster
i feel like sh*t if i take man’s soul
marley at home, got put in a bone
yb too, he smoked [?]
bored up trizz mum, she was lackin’ and my own cousin family loads
you’re main shooter’s dead
your main driver’s dead
like, free little souls
caught one too, that guy’s dead
so you hear what i said
i won’t say it again
block 6 to the end (6 gang)

[intro: a6]
(proffit)
i was doin’ up shows and cameos
fifteen years, good l!ck for a rambo
i got shots, that’s sterling
i’m all right in the wing like sancho
i was doin’ up road and bando
fifteen years, just loud and zancos
i got shots, that’s sterling
i’m all right in the wing like sancho

[verse: a6]
on the road, but these yutes just chat
only time when an opp boy name in my mouth is when man’s smokin’ a pack
your dead bredrin got me feelin’ frass
out in the field, score, match
twirl slaps it over and dash
swerve them corners whilst in possession
shots on target, beat my stats
feds confused when they’re doin’ up chase
got left back, they really look sure
you ain’t got guns, so no *rs*nal
why you talkin’ ’bout you’re aimin’ at the top four?
got bad ones screamin’ on the top floor
she give me top ‘cah the top there top draw
don’t stop givin’ top ’til you’re lockjaw
and line these opps ‘cah they really want war
not obe or mbe
care ’bout the queen or none of them on the list
rather go ott, was at opp livin’ there with the commoners
all these raps, i was linin’ bars (huh)
t’s wishin’ warriors
’cause i’ve been ’round there, been shootin’ at stars at the witness since we was strugglers
i’m the king of catford
anywhere in the 6, man at
and the fed side ain’t tryna mark us ‘cah we beatin’ these shots like rashford
why*why*why*why’s everybody on me?
better*better*better*better back up off me
‘fore i step ’round there with a pole
shots, goal, lewandowski

- a6 hardest bars lyrics

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