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6am in bcn - v9 lyrics

[intro]
(nadda)
(ayy, blanco, run this sh*t up)

[verse]
wanna know why they call me sensei? i was outside, samurai steppin’
homerton boppin’, e9 flexing, day and night outside, tryna get ’em (yeah)
catch me on my block with my weapon, black on black, my babies precious
i made my rambo jealous, bankai really taught man a lesson
catch me in retreat, chillin’ with g
i love him to death, for him i’ll squeeze ([?])
i ain’t gonna speak, but we done in the streets
tryna elevate, only good vibes, please
still regulate, decamp, split beans
still regulate, lеmme see ’em, pleasе
still rolling with the same old team
don’t ask about no yute you don’t see
man are snakes, stay away from me, i’m dangerous
don’t play with me, outrageous
how they lie on we, lie on beats, and lie on the streets?
like, bro, i ain’t got time for neeks (like, bro)
i need bankrolls, man, i need more p’s
the older i get, the more i need
the man of the house, they depend of me
tryna trick me out of my bag
d*mn, my boy, i ain’t dumb like that
i got shooters, and i got business plans
need bazookas, so i can wipe out ya clan
grab the ruger, i wanna slap at his hat (bap, bap)
double tap, move mad
walk up gang, do it for the slatts
it was cold on the block, real cold in the flats
outside with demons, cats, and rats (yeah)
robbing phones, robbing man
where you from? where’s it at?
don’t play with me, boy, i stab
and my boy to the right’s kinda mad
going opp block in them vans
nina in my heart, nina in my hands
shots to the face, do it ’cause i can (yeah)
free bro swinging tuna in the can
tryna say bro k!lled, shh that’s mad
we was baking off near the flats
reminsing about our friends locked up doin’ time
now they got broski locked up with the batch
it’s a rough patch, but they can’t break us down (nah)
bro’s otr, i said, “getaway now” (getaway now)
rather live paranoid than locked up in the jam
moretime, it’s just me and my woes, i feel so alone
can’t dial up a chick, half of these girls are hoes
some move boujee with nothin’ to show
i know girls that sell it on the low, and it shows ([?])
i turned a good one cold, i turned church girl to a ho (i do)
im a demon baby, don’t you know
i still scream out tally woe, im a gfd, bad boy from the zone
homerton 9, free up my bro’s
r.i.p. sheggy, i still cry loads
and mentally, i’m still f*cked in my dome (and mentally, i’m still f*cked in my dome)
grew up in the 9, outside like tony (yeah)
never switched up, man, i ain’t black tony (nah)
he got cut from the set, man are phoney
keep my name out ya mouth, you are not my homie
catch them, do it my way, nurture the young, so they raise up the crime rate (yeah, yeah)
ammunition of death, fill ’em up with bineage
i’m violent, i do this sh*t for my friends, not ends
pull up and fire pon dem, decamp out the dinger go there
are they there? (yeah)
stay cl!cking ’cause we ain’t done sharing pain (nah)
different coloured sweets, mike & ike
hit his body, left and right
he’s bright, show him to the light
see the beam (huh), see the flash (bow)
see the sparks when it barks
watch it bite like a shark
i’m tired, i need some tlc (i do)
goodie, come hang with me
i’m a gentleman, but i’m violent to these neeks
but when i with you, i can breath (yo)

- v9 lyrics

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