Prod. 6thells

Bitch ain't got no love
Hate me to the guts
Tie me in the basement
Look at me i'm in the mud
While you on the same shit
I'm out here counting dubs
Sixthells ain't no lame bitch
I gotta feel your trust

Back on my shit yeah come on
Take off when I puff I just came on
I got bombs and guns and radars
I can see a red dot when you get home

Taking a break then the game will just kill you
Why you so broke gotta step in a business
Looking at you all I see is a failure
Gotta step up or we'll need a replacement

I don't care about nothing at all
Taking off I be signing my songs
I just hope that's how i'll fucking grow
Aye
Count your days yeah
In advance I get paid while you wait
Every week I get faded the same
Got no one except me I could blame

Body colder
With the ghost i'm stunnin'
Pray my dough keep coming
Green and purple onions

Overdosing wouldn't notice
I would know the pain is over
Getting older
Mind get cautious
Living careful now then ever

Bitch I'd rather fucking die
Then live in a world 
Where?
You give me order
Stop the bullshit
Work for no master
Seconds kill, but the hours kill faster

Bitch ain't got no love
Hate me to the guts
Tie me in the basement
Look at me i'm in the mud
While you on the same shit
I'm out here counting dubs
Sixthells ain't no lame bitch
I gotta feel your trust

I gotta feel you try

SECONDS KILL, HOURS KILL FASTER

Sixthells