Chillin' in the 6
 Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist
 Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist
 Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick
 Got me gradually gettin' chips
 All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison
 If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package
 As he had it loaded and wrapped,
 And they call him, I'm comin' back
 Took a loss but on the next one
 I'll make it back on the tax, nigga
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?
 Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half
 Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin,
 Man where the geekers at?
 Standin' at my window with my full clip
 Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked
 Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week
 R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch
 I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Real killer, drug dealer
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Real killer, drug dealer
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe
 It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai
 Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did
 Face melted off the acid
 I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia
 Downtown Brown, Julie Brown
 Know the hoochies wanna do me now
 Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
 You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
 Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
 Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk
 I'm not the one for all the small talk
 I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd
 Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin
 Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro
 Queens Center mall by the Sbarro
 I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Real killer, drug dealer
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Real killer, drug dealer
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 I'm in the car, mellow with 12 nicks, the L's lit
 I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit
 Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch
 It's not that we're heartless, we just usin' our heart less
 You know stress cause niggas to forfeit
 When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith
 Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips
 And street corners, so many police want us
 Lookin' to feast on us
 Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us
 Suckin' their teeth on us
 I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz
 Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move
 Got no class like a nigga that skipped school
 Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools
 The block gleam every time that a cop scream
 On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace
 I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Real killer, drug dealer
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Real killer, drug dealer
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Looks like they caught me red-handed
 When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded
 And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani
 Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys
 And I want all the ends
 For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience
 Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient
 Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again
 The happiest days of my life been taken from me
 Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up
 I don't think this chain fit me right
 Got a couple loose screws so I write
 Right brain trippy like.....
 And I should let you finish too
 I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school
 Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you
 They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools
 I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Real killer, drug dealer
 I got it sellin' nickel bags
 Real killer, drug dealer
 I got it sellin' nickel bags