Two Six

Lyrics
[Chorus] Two six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wildTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas— [Verse 1] If I wasn't rappin', bitch, I might just be the president Pleas with the beggin', that shit dwindlin' your relevance We know your shit is droppin', we ain't coppin' what you sellin' us Bitch, you was good in school, why you hidin' your intelligence? I remember when you was gettin' A's, now you failin' us Playin' hard for the white boys that can't tell the diff' Caught a lot of bodies, so my closet, it got skeletonsDon't believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidence Rolls Royce, please don't sell these rappers no more CullinansThey unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'Come in, boy, I'm sonnin' them, they know I'm really one of them Two six, lotta screws loose with my brudda'nem He got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddlin'He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-stutterin' When I'm in the city, bitches screamin' out my government When I'm in the city, bitches screamin'— (Jermaine, ayy-ayy) Outcast but I was never cast out I'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Ayy-ayy)Slim odds for a nigga gettin' to this cash routeLike a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (Ayy-ayy) [Refrain] When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy) Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy) If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy) It's a real good chance he's a— [Chorus] Two six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wildTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild [Verse 2] Bitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XLNiggas be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougie I got standards, nigga, I damn near can't even stay at the manor, niggaThat shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to meThem bitches get built for me Like cheerleaders, I'm steppin' on these niggas skillfully And I don't want 'em to kill for me, and I don't want nobody gettin' killed for me Nigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's your lane In the nineties it was crack cocaine, nowadays it's clout and fameNiggas is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgrace Y'all ain't even gettin' no bagsY'all call 'em bags, but my type of bags, they can't even fit in the back I'm the future of this rap shit, nigga, fuck everything that I did in the pastI'm blowin' it out the water, if the times get hard, I just go harder, nigga [Chorus] Two six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)Two six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wildTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild (Ayy-ayy) [Refrain] When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)It's a real good chance he's a dawg (Ayy-ayy) [Outro] The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smoke I couldn't see the Sun, I couldn't see the Sun But I come to a glimmer of hopeA thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb Some days I had to use 'em both for pickin' up them crumbs To place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb Be careful of the devil and the melodies you humSmilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huh But I knew I'd find me a way Fell off and fell on my face But I knew I'd find a way
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Credits
- Writers
- J. Cole
- T-Minus
- Omen
- Ron Gilmore
- Mr. Bigg
- Producers
- T-Minus
- Omen
- Ron Gilmore
- Mastering Engineer
- Joe LaPorta
- Mixing Engineer
- Juro “Mez” Davis
- Assistant Recording Engineer
- Jose Trujillo
- Joel Oliver Vaval