pfv - 611 lyrics
[verse 1]
yeah
i remember back when i was listening to
‘party’ sitting at the party
whipping in your mazda like that sh-t was a ferrari
you a maserati
dreamt of a mansion that’s up on the hill
figured i’d pull out the tommy
i saw my neck and my wrist and my grill
knew that i’d get it by shining
i used to ask for the odds
and get all of my friends
and listen to my sh-t
and now they just turn on the radio
turn up the dial and there that sh-t is
knew that it happened but honestly
i don’t know how much that i can predict
i’m making enemies doing my thing
but i promise i don’t feel the risk
new headsp-ce i’m into
got betrayed by guess who?
but headaches are meant to
give x-ray, i left you
lesson learned yeah i got a price on my head
i confirmed that all of them better off dead
feel the burn yeah i put in words that collect
taking turns is not how i get my respect
do the work, that paper coming express
and i am sure i’m rapping to k!ll off the stress
[chorus]
yeah
611, 611
at home i’m just counting my blessings
611, 611
i don’t need none of the stressing
standing tall like i’m 6″11
watch them fall, they don’t get to pressing
on the ball, got a bit of leverage
make the call, now they get to steppin’
(yeah, 611, 611, eh, 611, 611, standing tall, 611, 611)
[verse 2]
they fighting me for no reason
i tried to take the most scenic
route to p-ss all those heathens
haters dial when they see it
move inside and they screaming
move aside when i’m speeding
i’ve decided i’m leaving
i provided my beacon
i am going towards
why do they call to waste time
i don’t kick it
it’s all on my own accord
i’ll fight any urge and i’ll lead all the numbers
and i don’t even force
nothing that’s for the convenience or purpose
so i’m just being forward
yeah i’m just being forward
[verse 3]
yeah
i’m losing sight of my progress
honest, gotta get back on the grind
i know
i know i’m never responsive
but i can conquer anything out on my own
yeah
i do my best work alone
uh
my studio inside my home
[chorus]
yeah
611, 611
at home i’m just counting my blessings
611, 611
i don’t need none of the stressing
standing tall like i’m 6″11
watch them fall, they don’t get to pressing
on the ball, got a bit of leverage
make the call, now they get to steppin’
(yeah, 611, 611, eh, 611, 611, standing tall, 611, 611)
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