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letra de 6 feet - vince ash

[verse]
since we were shorties on the scene, i been out on my grind
by any means is the theme, regardless imma get mine
rain, sleet, or shine, while n-ggas sleep i’m workin double time
posted on a pivot, any minute someone could come for mine
mind and the muscle, raised in the hustle
it get reckless in my region, where yo own n-ggas a try and gut you
for any small amount, don’t n0body want you to make it out
well we gone have to bang it out cause i can’t be the one without
(uh)
six feet, until they bury me, it’s do or die get crucified tryna come for me
i ain’t a k!lla but don’t push me, it ain’t no p-ssy round these parts my g
itching while we gripping, slip and end up in an infirmary
you ain’t hear a word from me, i ain’t seen or heard a thing
statements comes wit stitches, close caskets, and made memories
it get live on my side, where it lies, the 219
it get gutta in this b-tch, so let me know if you down to ride
down and out, without a doubt, i used to beg for it
had to boss up on my own, watching my brothers do it
praying to get put on, sounded like a different language
now when i fall through, i can’t wait to see these n-ggas faces
n-ggas ain’t never starved wit me, grind wit me
so how you understand me struggle
it’s when you laying up in that casket when motherf-ckas say they love you
i got 2 year n-ggas wit me like i knew em for 10
10 year n-ggas closer to me than even some of my kin
i swear my mind gone, my eyes be bloodshot
numb to the pain, police sirens and hearing gunshots
i swear my grandma tried to save me before this life had got a hold of me
staring into her casket, could feel this sh-t taking control of me
scope the crib then prey at night, pray it peace in the afterlife
cause in the streets we play fa keeps, it’s deep, deeper than barry white
i practice what i preach, i pack a mag just fa the beef
we be outside where n-ggas sleep, this ain’t the life we chose to seek
[bridge]
i pray to god, that i don’t end up dead or in jail
i’d rather be carried by 6, then judged by 12
up in this life, i done seen both heaven and h-ll
will i prevail, wish me well, cause only time a tell

[chorus]
until i’m 6 feet, until they bury me
until i’m 6 feet, until they, until they motherf-ckin bury me
until i’m 6 feet, until they bury me
til i’m 6 feet

- vince ash

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