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6am in philly - rj lamont lyrics

[intro]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)

[verse 1: daboii]
yeah, stackin’ and i’m starvin’, same ‘fit for a week
you better watch what n*ggas sayin’, n*ggas get k!lled for them tweets
faceshot, yeah, i’m the one that put the bag on his head
n*ggas should’ve played it cool, now it’s bad for your mans
b*tch blow up off my name, i need half of the bread
i need half of the cheese, i need half of the bank
b*tch, i was busy out of town, how the f*ck am i to blame?
your brother died and you the one that left him hangin’? what a shame
i keep tryna tell myself to stop thuggin’, but i can’t
and my oakland n*ggas throwin’ fours, that’s why i poured up in a drink
i need them all*blue bills, i give a f*ck about no fame
b*tch, i’m an sob n*gga, give a f*ck about your gang
step back and shoot this b*tch from the corner like i’m dame
or i’ll pull up on his ass and drop forty like i’m steph
n*gga think he f*ckin’ with me, what the f*ck? he off the meth?
b*tch head so good, i almost f*cked around and wrecked
you always askin’ for the blunt, lil’ n*gga, you a pest
heard he was talkin’ out his neck, but he won’t say it with his chest
i wake up and get fresh, but i still’ll make a mess
b*tch keep thinkin’ i’ma chase her, b*tch, you ain’t even a catch
and i can’t argue with no n*gga, tell that n*gga go and step
i put that money where my mouth is and they still ain’t want no bet
n*gga, run it up, run it up, godd*mn, i’m out of breath
that b*tch gon’ jam up anyway, why you got beam up on the tec?
n*gga put a beam on his tec like that b*tch ain’t gon’ jam
d*mn, i had to get it out the mud, was eatin’ tuna from the can
a part of me be like “i can’t,” other side be like “i can”
brodie fresh up out that slam, don’t get your stupid ass slammed
thinkin’ i’m a walkin’ l!ck, you a stupid*ass man
yeah, broke*ass n*gga, get your funds up
i hit the hood tryna motivate, i show the thugs love
n*gga, stop lyin’ to them hoes, you ain’t done nothin’
b*tch wasn’t talkin’ ’bout a bag, so i hung up
b*tch wasn’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t, so i blocked her
yeah, b*tch wanna kick it with daboii like it’s soccer
yeah, b*tch tried to set the play on me, i’ma sock her
bro, me and brodie been hit your b*tch, what you got, third?
n*ggas always talkin’ ’bout what you gon’ do, no, you not, nerd
[interlude: daboii]
tahaha
nerd*ass n*gga
yeah
yeah

[verse 2: daboii]
i could’ve got the n*gga gone, he should be thankful that i spared him
how the f*ck can i lose? all the sh*t that i’m inheritin’
heard you don’t ride for your gang, man, you lil’ n*ggas embarrassing, on the gang, n*gga

[outro: daboii]
yeah, yeah
the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas? uh
yeah, yeah
don’t even wanna do no song with these n*ggas, on the gang, n*gga
yeah, on the gang, n*gga
yeah, yeah, you know where we hang, n*gga
yeah, yeah, you know what i claim, n*gga
you know what we bang, n*gga
sob the gang, n*gga, b*tch

- rj lamont lyrics

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