[Verse 1] I hope you brought an open heart without the drama I hope you brought your homies, hope you brought your mama Knew I didn't have to make a Part 6, but I gotta So I'ma hit 'em with the (la da dada da) I hope you hop the last train out And you pack the champagne for the champagne drought Corny, ignore 'em, man if they're shady we let 'em in Huckleberry in the buildin', welcome ladies and gentlemen
[Verse 2] You think I'm tricking? Well I ain't tripping You thinking I'm joking, the hell you smoking? My book's open Sammy back and you better believe it Ask me if I'm real and I say, "really, really, really, really, really, really, real-ly!" Learned to drive on the Capitol Hill streets I learned how to freestyle from bumpin' from real beats You feel me? You better, coming for the cheddar, hoo *scats* What you talking 'bout? Hit the quick little drum solo, I'm rocking out I'm eating good, I'm paying my bills, learning to cook, I bought me a couch, shit Still do my laundry at my mama's house
[Verse 3] I want more like it's Oliver Twist I pop the top like gas station bottles of mix Holler at Black Umbrella, I'm feeling like Makavelli Remind me of grade eleven like I was chopping a swisher, uh Back, back in the building with something evil Not really a tough guy but sheit, I'm not a punk either So you heard I can party, well that's how some see it Eleven and a half out of eleven on the fun meter I got people, a Capitol block hero I know some hipsters in Brooklyn, Long Island, I got guidos These days I been eating oysters and pair 'em with white vino I'm picky but still got love for some Mickey's and hot Cheetos and goodies
[Verse 4] Under the hood of my black hoodie In my pocket got a bag of barrels tied in a knot, and I promise I got enemies, got a lot of haters But the party popping so I'm popping party favors Am I ready? You know how I do it, I'm used to it You dummy, the baddest bee get the honey Apparently you think you're funny You ain't funny, I'll show you what funny is Funny is when you act like you don't know where the money went (yikes) Somewhere 'round the corner, my partners, we ride (bikes) Up and down the avenue, a left on (Pike) Hittin' Big Mario's almost every damn (night) (Ri-ri-ri-right, ri-ri-ri-right)
[Verse 5] 80 Bars Part 6, did I forget to mention? Young Seattle, brought up in the central district There's a hustle out the window, better cut class Huck's back We lost a lot of brilliance losing Robin Williams When I have a kitten, I'ma name him Alan Rickman A Puerto Rican baby keep talking to me like "Eres para mi, yo soy para ti," ha I could be up for like three days in a row I might be off on a bender but never late for a show Listen, believe it or not, I've been me from the start I need a second to breathe so I can speak from the heart
[Verse 6] This is the part where I tell the truth and admit That I went one day before breaking my new year resolution And fun fact, I feel like a drunk asshole Hiding my habits from her, she thinks she's above that Now that Huckleberry kid's on the loose and I'm running rampant She thinks she's the first person to call me a drug addict Get in line Maybe next time, Clementine, but the Devil is a friend of mine Sometimes I think I'm way too honest on my tracks I'll stuff my problems in bottles and pour 'em all on my raps I think I might be a wild child, I'm evil and proud But at least I know one thing's for certain, I keep it a thou' I was stressing, my cousin gave me some meth and I took it Then I confessed that I done it, shit, I was stressed out and drunk And at the Best Western and fucked to turn all the stress and the trouble Into some sexin' and fucking someone I met on the internet, wow! How the hell I end up right here and now? I guess what happens in Walla Walla stays in this weird town And so a book of poems was my birthday present Another hangover's a perfect lesson So now I feel like less of a man It hurts to say but I'm still completely addicted to Xans The only people I keep it one hundred with is my fans Shit, I'm getting too damn deep, let's play that Gucci Mane beat
[Verse 7] Careful, this part is no love letter I love to stir the pot up, I'm known to ruffle feathers Careful, dare you, I just like to rap and push bundles of barrels I'm terrible, a black umbrella's my summer apparel The moon is out, I think tonight I'm becomin' a werewolf So I hope you love getting choked out and your hair pulled She got a freak side or I'll bring it out Said bring your friend, she said three's a crowd She told me right when I met her to write about her in a rap I told maybe that'd be better to give me somethin' to think about– *gasps*
[Outro] Enough, enough nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
