TTP

[Chorus] Six feet in the dirt, goin' up with my chest If they talk me down, then I'm stepping on they neck Imma set a target down, now I'm on to the next Steady beating on his face 'till his very last breath (Huh, huh, huh) Until his very last breath, well fuck, now I'm conscious I'm tired, hungry, high, nauseous Stop the nonsense, I'm getting tired of that shit Goin' up to the top, yeah you should've trust the process (Huh, huh, huh, huh) [Verse 1] You bought fake coke, yeah you should've used a middle-man You ain't ever been on big shit, yous' a little man PayPal banned mе, lookin' for a settlement Find whеre you at and imma beat you in the face (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh) Find out where you stay and I'm stepping on your toes You ain't been to the army like G.I. Joe Fuck the friendly competition, I ain't hanging with my foes You do open mic We sell out, you close (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh) [Verse 2] Bring the yellow, tape the white Tape, 'cause I'm so straight Break into your house, take your life This is all a waste Punk is what you make I'm oblivious, forget about the day Whole time it's just another fucking mistake I keep moving, I don't care about what you say