6 in the Mornin’

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah?) Police, open up (yeah?!) [Verse 1] Six in the mornin' police at my door (door) I'm thinkin', "What the fuck they wanna come here for?" (man) (Open up) now I ain't sayin' I'm above the law But they got (ay) nothin' (ay) on me (ay) that'd hold up (ay) in court (ay!) And so out the back window, I made my escape (what?!) Didn't even get a chance to grab my Battlehoggs tape (uh) Mad with no music, I began to flee I guess my lawyer's house now (ha) the place (ha) to be (ha) Lint in my pocket, barely enough for a cab Blew him change, fresh fitted and I'm runnin' like mad Got no other options, so now I'm up for suggestions Didn't know what the cops wanted, but got a couple o' guesses (Uh, one!) They wanna know how my music gets out Where'd the money come from, Who put it out (Uh, two!) They wanna know 'bout an incident in a bar with the ignorant Get too close to cats, son, and get Icarused (Oh! Three!) They might want answers regardin' the crime But the next man's business ain't none o' mine, I ain't sayin' shit Either way, I'm guessin' it's bad "Didn't know what the cops wanted, didn't have time to ask" [Chorus] "Did-didn't" "Didn't know what the cops wanted-wanted" "I'm the self-made master of the city streets" "From the league, control the hard hip-hop beats" [Verse 2] Easily, I approach The microphone because I ain't no joke (joke) Now I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast (nah) But these other motherfuckers just don't come (ay, ay) close (ay!) I got the style to carry it on this mic, I'm mad that it's Got it down to a science, this is my analysis (ay) Swagger, that sucker-s-s-this is psychopath And I feel fine, (ain't that some shit) bring in the psychoanalyst (ay!) The money from shows goes to fines and damages Even Pedro's jealous of the lines that I'm traffickin' The cypher status is punchlines ain't fabulous When they ask if I'm compassionate, imagine what my reaction is "Bitch!" I'm so destructive (haha) So break a leg and leave that microphone on crutches ("Bitch!") I know it's been overdone, but, sonny, you ain't overcome it (nah) I opened up a whole new lane, it's over, suckers, I'm a [Chorus] ("Self made master of the city streets") "Did-did-didn't-didn't" ("From the league, control the hard hip-hop beats") "Didn't know what the cops wanted, didn't have time to ask" "Easily, I approach" "The microphone because I ain't no joke" "Bit-bitch!" "Easily, I approach" "The microphone because I ain't no joke" "Bit-bitch!" "Easily, I approach" "The microphone-the microphone" "Yo, easily, I approach" "The microphone because I ain't no joke" [Outro] "Did-didn't-didn't" "Did-did-did" "Didn't" "Didn't know what the cops wanted, didn't have time to ask" "I'm a-I'm a-I'm a-I'm a" "I'm a-I'm a-I'm a" "I'm a self mad master of the city streets" "From the league, control the hard hip-hop beats" [Intro] Deh, da, deh, da, deh, da, man, c'mon, look