Hitman Heazy - July 6TH (feat. Stunt Degrate) Lyrics

I feel like I don't deserve sunshine, my head is always in the clouds
They said the real ones back in style, came around to see you smile
Couple spots in the city still lit, niggaz on they phones now
If I ain't in the city tryna hit a lick, I'm with my sons or some hoes now
Say that she love me when we in public, she can't put her phone down
Said it's hard to trust me but it's touchy, loyal to nothin' but the dough now
Pack is so musty I feel them judge me, maybe they got a point now
Shout out to family for lookin' out, all of the times I couldn't make it out
Ridin' around my joint lit, cause I never could just stay in the house
Missin' calls and texts ain't personal, I had shit I had to think about
I was unemployed for a while, took it in stride and made it count
Weed man put the weed in a paper towel, after he break it down
Rollin' through Car Play connected, gotta watch what he say out loud
Brand new Caddy need new shoes, like Witherspoon on the Boondocks
Get bucks like rich kids get Robux, I'm a robot
Late night and the mic way hotter than the Rwanda roadblock
While the crowd watch, they stuck like child lock
Tryna stack that pile up, this weed is over the counter
We blowed den' Tony Montana, Nike checks all in the hamper
But my flow is going commando
See you out with your new man hoe Lookin' like George Costanza
We just post it like a scarecrow, making sure our plants grow
Making sure our fans stoned
Making sure our air on
Big shining like a herringbone
She gon' blow me like a baritone
Paper belong in a nursing home
When I snap off any verse I'm on
Off Biscotti bit paranoid
Diamonds gleaming out turquoise
Pimp C like the fur is on
We done already heard your song
Hoes on me like a pheromone
OG never would steer you wrong
Account grande like Ariana