6 to the WORLD

Fresh off the international

First tour like the shit was natural

Sold out seven shows overseas

Came back and spent fifteen G's in a week

Now I'm halfway through the EP

And I gotta thank God, TG

Used to dream about being on TV

Now I can't watch without seeing my G's on the screen

Stepped in, pause, on my boss shit

You don't do dirt, you do chocolate

Post-tour, never worry what the cost is

I'm just tryna get Crocs to Lacoste this bow

Tell me what now

Brodie got the dookie like the Queen from the South

They tell me I'm foul, but I could never be like them

I've got my G's till the end

Still in another trap, we don't talk to the feds but the phone's still tapped

Coppers tryna charge but I done clean rap

Took a couple gats but we still got waps

Copper's doin' dirty, he's soon home early

While I'm coppin' Burberry

My everydays are earnin'

Watch these haters burnin'

Got me like Fredo, I can see the tables turning

Always stay one-hundred 'cause you know I stay worthy

Show no mercy, gang stay murky

Never die now, but the vision never blurry

Pull up to the scene, I pull out like Shirley

Gang that

Aye

Take it back to the broke days

Keep it humble through all of this struggle

And I feel blessed to see my mama stress less

See my bros eat best, if they're the best dressed

But it took long nights to get to long whites

It was empty pockets, now I buy it when I want it

It got me like Roddy Ricch, I'm always ballin'

My older G's still trappin' from the mornin'

Can't forget real ones when you make home runs, yeah

It's still the same, my bros before the fame

Don't switch up just 'cause the cash came

Better days, gettin' paid to entertain

I roll another doobie and I puff and pass, yeah

The dream became at last

Have to thank my G's

My bros from HP

Huh, and all the haters in between

I'm just way too busy

Chasin' that milli'

Watch the six elevate like Drizzy

Blunt blazin' if you're still hatin'

We're still bakin', takin' those payments