Six - Maniac lyrics
rate meUh yeah, hey calm, did I alarm ya
Said I was sorry, don’t, don’t make me harm ya
Hearts on my arm, ah, that means my heart’s on my arm
Die or stay fly like a bomber jacket
Fuck the raquet shit I’d rather fuck a ratchet bitch
Cause once I nut, they won’t think we ignite them after this
No attachments, moving forward
TW…reply to I when I was like 20, still giving whatever’s in me
Now I got a daughter, you can say that shit is harder but
I be lying cause I’m iron like a …
If it’s put up on my plate, I’ma eat it like it’s order
Hi you, welcome to my realest, yeah, leave the fuckshit at the door
Only realest here
They been asking me for more like giving head
So I’am give they ass more like nigga…
Race land on me, fuck that I’m living
All these hoes on me, they tell me that I’m crazy
Fuck this rap shit, man these niggas too shady
But can nothing harm me, only god can save me
Hey, fuck rappers nigga, I’m not trying to be baby
Fuck rappers that saying not tryna be crazy
Cause I confront the demons, but they don’t see that
And saw they ass again like they told me I’ll be back
And daddy lost his mind, your daddy lost his mind
Don’t listen to them baby, your daddy just fine
My right is these rhymes, the wrong is the time
That it took for me to get here
But fuck it it’s the grind, I done sold a couple dimes
Never slowed in lines,
They took me out the hoot, but the left the hood in my mind
And fuck the social ladder, I ain’t never wanna climb
Cause when a nigga fall off, friends become hard to find
They ask me if I signed and I don’t know what to tell them
But it’s truth over everything though
I don’t wanna fell them, I can say we got some…
Cats turn funny, and the dough got froze
But I’m back to burn money
Race land on me, fuck that I’m living
All these hoes on me, they tell me that I’m crazy
Fuck this rap shit, man these niggas too shady
But can nothing harm me, only god can save me
Nigga we gonna get rich or we gonna die trying
Cause being broke it’s a bitch that’s how you die crying
Die wiling, like…shit is real, be kept for who you ride for
It don’t ask to shoot it out and …by sword…can you survive wars
I’m tryna ride a Porsche, eat good, 5 course
You know the usual, just a few of the high scores
Race land on me, fuck that I’m living
All these hoes on me, they tell me that I’m crazy
Fuck this rap shit, man these niggas too shady
But can nothing harm me, only god can save me.
