Sik 6ixx - Power Hour Lyrics

Sik Sean, Mr. Sixx, him and I, Jimmy, Timmy, uh
Young man, full of greed, want it all, gimme, gimme
Gone head, get it, girl, do your dance, shimmy, shimmy
Young man, full of greed, want it all
Me and Sixx, on some wicked shit, we go back and forth like it's cat and mouse
I don't rock with you niggas, that ain't even something that I would cap about
Keep an eye on your dogs, cause if they snakes, then they gon' rat you out
And I'm all in my bag, won't even ask unless its the cash amount
Power up on you niggas, tell all your ki-waves get cancel out
Behave, that's if you wanna see a deep grave, I'll stretch you out
He hate my flame, it's got all these hoes passin' out
Your ho been passin' around
Me? I been keepin' watchin' my stats
They keepin' tabs on the misfits
Ten years in this rap shit, hope I run long as my wish list
I want everything, I see everything, keep my eyes peeled, I don't miss shit
High stakes for the bread, you know that I bet it all for the biscuits, yeah well
See some rap niggas gettin' praise, say they goin' hard, but I can't tell
Bout to show them the real artists for sure, these are the pastels
Don't promise me anything, you got bad dreams that you can't sell
Hate me and my summaries, but you just ass in a nutshell
Me and Sixx really full equipped, ain't no talkin' back, I don't need your lip
But my shorty bad, I don't need your bitch, need a double R when I'm really rich
Six Sean with a mean assist, I been shitted on, tryna be the shit
Now I'm pissed off and I made a list, cause I'm writin' off anything I hit
Knockin' off anything that fits
A foresight cause I miss rarely
Label before they knew me, I'm a closed book judge unfairly
When I get moody, I slur words, I act clearly
'Til then I'ma sign off, yours truly, sincerely
Yeah, Sixx
Yours truly, sincerely
Me and Sean, da sickest out, when we drop it gets scary
If you say my name five times it's gone get bloody but no Mary
Welcome to the sickest shit where everything gone get bury
Back on the grind cause that shit don't stop
Been at the bottom but back at the top
Whether you hear it or smell it, I'm cooking this shit
Lately I feel like the rock
Say you the champ but I'm still in the ring
Hope you be ready when the bell go ding
Ain't no wrestler or no bee but I promise these lines are still gone sting
Niggas be hating but it ain't no thing
I'm getting fried, I look like Ling
Niggas be going back and forth but I ain't got time cause I ain't no ping pong
Get high like ching chong
Ape shit like king kong
I swear you niggas be in too deep just like Nia Long
I beat up the cat for an hour
When she cum it give me powers
And I ain't no rap game bitch
But I'm still gone need my flowers
I need to keep running my racks up
I feel like the man so back up
My intitials are literally JT
Young boy don't make me act up