[Intro: Pouya]
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these lames
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Yuh
Break bread with my day ones, I gotta get back in my groove
Out the slump and back in my shoes, dust off my crown and boots
I'm back on the ground with my troops, fuck the fame just gimme the loot
Life is pain and so full of rain, these days the sun not shinin' through
I'm lookin' up at my ceiling fan, countin' the blades spinnin' around
The clock is laughin' right in my face, my Glock will always decide my fate
I'm itchin', I'm on a mission, got my enemies in my vision
Got my weapon aimed at your brain, I'm ready to stain them boys from a distance
Listen, I gotta get with some bitches, turn your ho to a video vixen
Pussy boy, you sweet like Lipton, broke boy by definition
Get off your ass and get some bread, South Side ways and end up dead
Fill your body up with lead, redrum, redrum
[Chorus: Pouya]
All but 6 the gang
Got the laser pointed at your brain
Don't do this shit for fame
Pop a .40, fuck up all these- all these
All but 6 the gang
Got the laser pointed at your brain
Don't do this shit for fame
Pop a .40, fuck up all these lames

[Bridge]
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these lames
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these
[Verse 2: 1nonly]
Yuh, 'cause all but 6 the gang
Keepin' my circle tight, I don't fuck with lames
Stuffin' out 80 grams, bitch, I'm in it, smokin' it to the face
It's us, sippin on mud
Had to get back to the crib and count up
Had to get back to the sticks, get buck
Steppin' on racks, now I'm 8 foot 1
Like Triple A what goes around comes right back
702 LV my bag
Got six figures walkin' to the building, get racks
Fuck boy stuck for a pussy off track
.223s and a hundred round mag
One big drink and my [?] mac
Dead man walkin' with a blade and a mask
No soul, but I do it so I'm blinkin' in the pen like, uh
Yeah, throw that bone, this my time, this that, uh
Leave me alone, this that fire, let it bang
I get that chrome, leavin' my home to that stage
Bitch I ain't trippin', I got All But 6 the gang

[Outro: Pouya]
All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these lames
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these
A-All but 6 the gang
Got that laser pointed at your brain
D-Don't do this shit for fame
P-Pop a .40, fuck up all these-all these