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lirik lagu f1x frm tha 6ix (cypher) – yung 9

[bigs1xx]
i ain’t gon be worried bout those b*tch n*ggas
i let my lil white n*gga handle the rest, you know
thats how we comin’ there bout nine of us now
my n*gga jus [gunshots] wipe off n*ggas
jt get my choppa lor n*gga

[jewels]
i made a choice last night, i would die for it
just to show the 6ix what it mean to be alive for it
my peope in court houses i would lie for them’
you know zay still got marks from the knife tornin’
and if i told you i had shot someone at fiftheen
would you believe me? or had seen me to be
an angel thats easy to please, angle the company
by a gang of drillers that squeeze (blaow)
once theres marks on your tire marks
thats the f*ckin’ mark of the beast
grew up had the blocks tryin’ get the best of me
rest in piece once my keys hit the svt
my shooters just shoot for me, i dont even say a thing
i just watch and keep my peace
if you think that make sh*t a b*tch, just know the hits
i arrange the map so well that you know who it is
t*mobile just got hit, and you think i ain’t know the sh*t?
how the f*ck you think they know security wasn’t checked?
silent criminal, my gun shoot subliminals
f*ckin’ diligent im a convict hirin’ some chemicals
the money dont centerfold my sh*t hit the center tho
and drop it to the 6ix where sh*t hit ten of those
new wheels, integra with the new tint
i be on the lints pushin’ bricks till my sh*t flipped
drink to childhood homies, that held it down for me
the type to stay right when the times get lonely
i break bread for all those lowkey * supporting me closely
promise one day we will all get off the barkleys
as a man to show hate, and f*ck love in the face
f*ck that, i learned great never to shove away
i give thanks to all my gardens, thats m, zay, and anya
sh*t i learned from her, i’ma teach my daughter
and out of reach from these chapters
bible verses, im a martyr, a monster to all the costes
and i tried so hard to follow god
you know mixed with anointed oil
plant a bible in my back yard, rebuke at the turmoil
my dreams of being like kendrick is spoiled
my temperature is high then it boil, tell you homicide is good for you
im loyal to my feelings, i try to stay righteous
but these feelings, at sixteen a producer
these suwu’s lettin’ loose at 2:45, hold two forty*fives and shoot
walkin’ outside slippin’ like ken and koles
on a slab of grease his body found in a pothole
just for this white tee to cover my long nose
if the picture ain’t to my needs like a dress, i confess, im depressed
i supposed ill more than likely invest my best into the limelight
hop out, javon gun you down in front of your mama
i tried to follow god like bishop, but when they see that you b*tch up
prepare for the ditch of dirt they dig up
i give you a list of families that hurt but hold well, f*ck it
thats life
and those the flags your son chose to rep tonight
so when self*respect just know i say its an honor
age of nine knowin’ my blood don’t carry armor
and mari hit twice, one through the collar
you think im unbothered, this sh*t it gettin’ tough to swallow
thats why my people can’t see tomorrow in these bottles
shot twice layin’ in puddle my blood drownin’
i wish we could bathe in the youth fountain
like kindergarteners my vision’s bothered bein’ vigilante
we harbor on street corners
try your hardest to harvest my bundles of weed on ya’
wire the star then speed on you, bodies to bleed on you’
got numbers of k!llers, call up and stampede on ya’
the plot and block spun it let the gunners shoot peas at ya’
please, on your knees must confess
dreams of livin’ lavish in fine mattress with fabrics of linen
wakin’ up westies on the sheets with fine women
i know no pretendin’ this sh*t been wit him since dinin’ and laughin’
cause this environment got my people violent ready to crash in’
headed towards society in the driver seat hope you’re fastened’
your seatbelts locked twice, when i rolled those diced i scratched it’
the game of life, too many cards i could build casinos from scratch
and too many dabs i’ve received from the things ive achieved, relax
thats what my mental say but my physical’s been detached
since eleven dealin’ rock and the younger smokin’ crack
sam held the pipe and heart attack, i know my heart attached
to the things im on, some other sh*t like f*ck the government
i dont feel real, when i pop those pills its on the mothership
i made the covenant that i was changin’ then hit the row bangin’
and the truth disgusting’ my blood barely enough rushin’
through my veins cause my body been tainted
text messages from pops like “where the f*ck you been?”
know i’ve sinned watched men face down like they plankin’
if you know what im sayin’ then know im not playin’
this sh*t sleep behind my eyes and live whenever im thinkin’
you ever had yo brother’s guts spilled on the pavement?
face it, i see his death every day
and b*tches out here sayin’ “jah barely did change?”
how you expect me to change, when my chest still rearranged
post*traumatic, sometimes i hope i was standin’ in front the chambs
and sh*t tragic, you start to blame yourself fore’ the death came
i sleep quiet knowin’ one time i won’t wake when my life in dang(er)
julius jahsiah, the modern’ day malcom
born in baltimore where the city stay shoutin’
humbled and modest but these margins can move a mountain
i moshpit on the beat, then leave the mark of a thousand
marksmen in these streets they k!llin’ rappers with talent, preach
yeah i said talent, jewels never been scared of y’all
can’t ever spell competitors, my people clear the rest of y’all
let lord be my witness, some sh*t i did never been forgiven
i even asked the priest how the f*ck he did it, i’m trippin’
never given a pot to p*ss in, so i had to unload my piston’
that mean the pistol tip is smokey after i reloaded
d*mn, how ironic playin’ sonic with the sticks like kaolinite
now you take two and vomit over these beats
while my dead partners pay homage, i’m wildin’
this too street, like my fifteen summers in monroe
carryin’ two heats, i go too deep
like my d*ck in your b*tch, hope the condom never do leak
two seats, one car, all you hear is “take a right, boulevard”
high salary bl*wj*bs, and low calories rap bars, this not sweet
my sweet sixteens probably need a school id
usually high beams and dominate victors
you know what time it is, k!llas affirmative actions
you fractions get punctured, i’m a sl!ck cracker f*ckin’ insane
popped a vein when i write this sh*t
i think im the sh*t, im cain, and you a b*tch
a female’s poodle under some h0m*’s voodoo you suckin’ d*ck
you know, heatin’ the whole house with the oven stove
shower barely with the water cold, sh*t you only know
living in the double four, where you sleep on floors
and eat what you find in the streets, no joke
i ain’t have a mom, so i held onto the block
sittin’ in my homie kitchen, bubblin’ the pot
only time i knew real was tossin’ that rock
recipes i’ve practiced, back to tearin’ air mattress
the rest tragic, overreachin’ for bags left bagless
rap attackin’ know life been flame to the matches
must ask who stayed near and turn to the actions
west side, uptown 6ix block we catchin’ bodies
throwin’ fades in the motto then pop shots in hotel lobbies
f*ck your security surroundin’ me, i sleep soundly
a pistol under my pillow, hope you can get hit tragic
my tongue had been my best asset
since eatin’ out the industry you know that sh*t magics
my eyes blackened, hit your block begin subtrackin’
the numbers from the other side, when we ride
its a dangerous faction, might crumble your address
left your baby sitter sittin’ in the hospital stagnant
its torture when i torch ya’
or escort out my city with ex*convicts
with all sorts of permanent handshakes
if your man can’t stick to the script with hand paint
poppin’ yo lip then poppin’ the clip
pop out the van, wait
we keep the peace, ever since b said i was destined to be
the next best hail from the dmv
stare me in the eyes and surprised you will see
show no fear in the enemy lines that’s your belief. sheesh

[jayy gramms]
ugh, everybody focused on the animals
my pistol hidden envelopes till’ im firin’ at any jokes
that man jahh got h*lla dope, i mix the sh*t wit heaven coke
and bring the boy a percocet, call my sh*t the antidote
when we hit the corner its rain, sleet, and the snow
do i ever sleep? h*ll no
i pop a tag then pop a hoe in el colds
my fit so ice cold i be lookin’ like an eskimo
found your b*tch out golden ropes
and grind down on her tailbone
hotter than an el coy, see me with the towel boys
jewels bangin’ wit the deeboys, carryin’ some heat boys
and tee out wit the real rue’s, talkin’ bout those 6boys
talkin out yo lips get you hit, i dont decoy
keepin a new smithon wesson, real sh*t i dont threaten
this sh*t kept a lethal weapon, on my waist if they get to trippin’

- yung 9

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