6 in Tha Morning - 2020 (Unreleased) Body Count

[Verse 1]
Six in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy 'cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket weighing at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistol's close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the pigs wanted, didn't have time to ask

[Refrain]
Word, word, word

[Verse 2]
Seen my homeboys cooling way, way out
Told 'em 'bout my morning, cold bugged 'em out
Shot a little dice 'tll my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories 'bout the night before
Posse to the corner where the fly girls chill
Threw action at some freaks 'til one bitch got ill
She started acting stupid, simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies, said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to her, ho continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the goddamn street
Just living in the city is a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her, didn't have time to ask