6 in the Bloodclart Morning Wiley

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[Intro]
Yo... Eski-boy in the building
December madness

[Verse 1]
This ain't a fluke, this ain't a parody
I be in the hall of fame and art galleries
Vision in my head before Amy did Valerie
Gradually you felt like you knew me and added me
I am not a present, ain't nobody wrapping me
Shoulders are here, many women they love tapping me
Chatting about how I come across unmannerly
Like I'm in a bike gang, Sons of Anarchy
Step on to the track, burn calories
Pekker got me on the higher salary
Heavier riddims, I got the clarity
Nobody pushed me, nobody carried me
Search for comparisons you're only gonna find similarity
I blaze weed, it controls my sanity
Without I couldn't defy gravity
I'd be a floater, and you'd be mad at me
I'm from the hood and I ain't new to tragedy

[Hook]
6 in the bloodclart morning, you follow me
I run bass, I'm the Bass Odyssey, of course you're dodging me
For me to act like I never knew you? It would be odd of me
It would be cold of me, it's the older me
In effect, directly from the L-O-N
East side set, got bangers, got manners
But no respect for goal-hangers
Wiser the older I get