[Intro: 6LACK]
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and I came with Little Simz, Mysonne, Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo, DJ Premier, let's get it
[Verse 1: Little Simz]
Hey, posed at the north side of that London
Where fed there's always a pagan teeth
Look quiet, don't trust 'em
Where if you walk around with a chip on your shoulders
Tryna get lemon, couldn't get battered
You know it, where I come from
73 will get me from home to college and back
Winter will make me go from my home to college and back
Why? Ain't tryna be out in the cold like that
Boujee still, when this city grow like that?
Cute in hills, then a trackie for the road like that
All details, yeah, I can do both like that
I push my own set of wheels on the road like that
Shit, I'm actually a G, my friends, you know like that
Trust me, I'ma free up, I'm been moving and weaving
Now the gate in my ways, through the system, I seen museum
Everyone's got a purpose, everybody's a being
Being the only alien, y'all around me, I'm seeing
More than you can imagine, who'd of thought this would happen?
Teachers looked at me funny when I said I'd make it from rapping
Still got love for Miss Rosen, still got love for Miss Wilton
I don't fuck with Miss Chambers, she didn't do me no favours
Calling out all the agents, can't see beyond they nose
I kill shit then I kill shit, when shit's killed, I'm ghost
Don't wanna talk depressed, get them cameras out my face
I'm anti-social as fuck, lord, just need a smaller space, space
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and I came with Little Simz, Mysonne, Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo, DJ Premier, let's get it
[Verse 1: Little Simz]
Hey, posed at the north side of that London
Where fed there's always a pagan teeth
Look quiet, don't trust 'em
Where if you walk around with a chip on your shoulders
Tryna get lemon, couldn't get battered
You know it, where I come from
73 will get me from home to college and back
Winter will make me go from my home to college and back
Why? Ain't tryna be out in the cold like that
Boujee still, when this city grow like that?
Cute in hills, then a trackie for the road like that
All details, yeah, I can do both like that
I push my own set of wheels on the road like that
Shit, I'm actually a G, my friends, you know like that
Trust me, I'ma free up, I'm been moving and weaving
Now the gate in my ways, through the system, I seen museum
Everyone's got a purpose, everybody's a being
Being the only alien, y'all around me, I'm seeing
More than you can imagine, who'd of thought this would happen?
Teachers looked at me funny when I said I'd make it from rapping
Still got love for Miss Rosen, still got love for Miss Wilton
I don't fuck with Miss Chambers, she didn't do me no favours
Calling out all the agents, can't see beyond they nose
I kill shit then I kill shit, when shit's killed, I'm ghost
Don't wanna talk depressed, get them cameras out my face
I'm anti-social as fuck, lord, just need a smaller space, space
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