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i am god prt3 - a6 lyrics

(intro)
ay, ay, ay
six god
666
block 6
6 blocka sh*t
gang

(verses)
got the opps then doin’ a runner
true say i’m a dangerous f*cker
stab mans throat, ain’t into no punch up
like look at the state of his jumper
now i’m sitting there facing a governor
like state your name and your number
i got nothing to say wit a bumba’
just free all my guys
six hunna (hm, ay)

since 14 i became a god (god)
i got 15 years in a box
4 years deep still (?)
1 year deep in the block
drop, drop, getting this prof
boxed off, met the whole wing then popped off
then you see that head, chopped off (choppaaa)
had man doin’ up dash on the landing
like where the p*ssio really gonna go (where you gonna go?)
see i just linked ghost, for the madting
none of them boy really want smoke (no smoke)
well, well, well, well
(?) do more f*ckin’ jail (huh)
i was licensed, recall
don’t even talk about f*ckin bail (no)
i have important things aswell (aswell)
i got beef with the devil
i know i’m the king of h*ll
see i cheff mans head, cheff mans neck
cheff mans face, cheff mans chest, cheff mans back, cheff mans legs
like where the f*ck do i cheff man next? (where do i cheff him)

grab me a pole, rip open your chest (bow, huh)
we’re breathin’ lions (we’re breathin’ lions)
where’s my songs, let me read some lines
got 2 souls, not one of these ain’t mine
always down on a demon vibe (gang, gang)
all over the net, everyones saying that i’m too demonic (demonic)
and i ain’t praying to jesus but true say i’m tryna be honest (yeah)
i ain’t a bad yute though, tell my young boy try stay in college (try stay in there)

and when you buss off the wap ting
you better make sure that you pay man homage
but right now get trappy (trappy)
ot trips, early morning
tell my young boys, better make it snappy (snappy)
ready for a war, if a man get aggy (aggy)
pull up on an opp boy addy
2 ding dong, tree man in the passy
big zk hanging out mans tracky
real ching chong, young boy get savage (ching, chong)
and i feel like i made it
cah it’s mad when i’m up on the landing
govs tellin’ me im all over the playlist (whaa)
like i been a fan, i been following man since doing up stages
gov girl wanna stroke my ego, feel good though
let me feel like i’m famous
but they still won’t put me on basic (d*ckheads)
cah i shot them in pages
got my id card , a barista
got my canteen, looking outrageous (outrageous)

and i didn’t wan say this (no)
more time i’m tryna be calm but my mind just changes (it’s mad)
and that sh*t kinda dangerous (dangerous)
see i didn’t wanna start again
i could go down this path again
met man, drove from my mask again (boom, bow)
blacked out trackie and the fastest ped
175 go past the fence, step on the block
me and my dog, really wanna make that bark again (yo)
you see that opp, can’t let him go
won’t even take that chance again
see i would say ask a friend (ask him)
if i ever had to rass this skeng
but oh wait, you can’t, he’s dead (he’s dead)
r.i.p to your dargie then (he’s dead)
see i remember the first time that i bussed corn (mad)
man, my heart was beating
now i’m up in a jail cell, getting haunted by the darkest demon

(outro)
i am god
six gang

- a6 lyrics

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