[Intro]
(Kazza)
600

[Chorus]
I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten, I got my blee (Grrr)
'Cause I ain't slippin'
Rather do a twenty-three (Yeah)
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (Yeah)
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east (Yeah)
How many days, yeah, how many days? (How many days?)
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Gettin' by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah

[Verse 1]
I had nothin' from the start, yeah
I lost my brother, where you now?
But I paint no love (Yeah)
Oh Lord, no love, no love (Brrr)
Yeah, lookin' at these pics
And I'm beefin' n***as from froze (Yeah)
Now I'm tryna kill him, I swear he used to be bro (Yeah)
I guess it is what it is
Guess that n***a's gotta go (Gotta go)
How they dissin' me? I put these n***as on the stove (How?)
Just a rapper with some melodies and flow
Put me in your song and I'll be comin' at your throat (Yeah)
I'll have hittas at your home, green light, that's a go (Brrr)
Money on your dome, I'll pay for these souls (Pay for these souls)
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? (Who am I?)
If I stand by, yeah
I can't stand by, yeah (I can't stand by)
You get your hands tied (Brrr)
[Chorus]
I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten, I got my blee (Grrr)
'Cause I ain't slippin'
Rather do a twenty-three (Yeah)
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (Yeah)
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east (Yeah)
How many days, yeah, how many days? (How many days?)
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Gettin' by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah

[Interlude]
They're just hatin', they're hatin' 'cause I done it
They're hatin' cah I come back
And, just, they can't do it, like, d'you know'm sayin'?

[Verse 2]
I'm tryna vibes
Baddie with me, smokin' my Cali' (Yeah)
Ride with this mask
My n***a, yeah, that's the bally (Yeah)
More than my mother see
I'm close with this rammy
Yeah, 'cause I got close with the alley
Talkin' fiends, yeah, talkin' fiends, yeah (Talkin' fiends)
Life ain't sweet (Life ain't sweet)
Imagine rollin' with a knife in your jeans (Uh)
'Cause n***as want your life on these streets, yeah (Yeah)
Why these n***as want more? Yeah (N***as want more)
Why these n***as want more?
600, yeah, I be down for the cause (Yeah)
I got bine for a bitch in this war (Grrr)
[Chorus]
I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten, I got my blee (Grrr)
'Cause I ain't slippin'
Rather do a twenty-three (Yeah)
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (Yeah)
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east (Yeah)
How many days, yeah, how many days? (How many days?)
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Gettin' by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah