Intro (The 6th Man) QUE.

[Intro]
Sixth man, nigga
With cash like your neighborhood brick man, nigga
Let these cocksuckers sleep, man
Fuck ‘em


[Verse]
Call log filled with in-calls
I don’t even need to make out-calls
Everybody needs some fucking help
My momma told me I would be my downfall
People sleeping, like I sound like these niggas
Plus the label’s playing foul ball
Before I sell my soul, I’ll go to sell some bowls
And they can label me a fucking outlaw
Remaining humble dealing with these crackers
Is like trying to pull teeth from a toddler
Make you wanna walk inside their building, pull it out
And put their brain right by their collar
Rico Tune, they taught me chalk it up
Just charge it to the game and put that shit on wax
But where I’m from playing with people’s money
Gets you mummy-wrapped and gets you fucking wacked
That’s a fucking fact, and I ain’t used to that
And my fucking jaw's sore from biting my tongue
Like a vampire I can taste the blood
But these painkillers got me feeling numb
Since they fucking sleeping, they gon’ reap the benefits
And see what happens when you unleash a beast
Ungrateful ass motherfuckers
Don’t appreciate it when you try to feed the streets
They must not know a nigga play for keeps
‘Cause the people ‘round me gotta fucking eat
Cut some niggas off, ‘cause all they did was leach
And if you took it personal, feel free to leave