Von Graves - 6enesis (feat. Nasty V) Lyrics

Mic check nigga, Nasty motherf*cking V (ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, chyea)
(I might pass the don, I might press rewind)
(just to pass the time, nigga pass that shit)

As a pistol-talking Rolling with the homies
You don't know me but you 'bout to feel me
Gorilla, gold-grillin', Columbus livin'
How you feelin'? Keep it Crip'n
We the people say, 'uhhhhh'

(Ch,ch,ch chyea)
I think I'm senior of the year
Black beard, bald head, all rappers (all-dead)
Ay, pass the key I'm bout to bang out then pull that thing out
That's how it sounds when them shots rang out, your dawg we 'bout to chase down
Said he ain't trying to pay now, my homies on his way now (I show you what them thangs bout)
I can't afford no cracks in the ceiling, my foundations laid perfect with booby traps
Ya'll got the right to be nervous, I'm from one hell of a city and ride around it like Diddy
That means you barely gon' see me unless we scheduled a meeting
I step inside they stand and shake a nigga hand when they greet him
I grip their hand with some caution 'cause that could turn into envy
I'm the nigga who done got his shit together doing better I remember when I never had the cheddar
They ain't let us (Lettuce) in
Brighter than black Tom Edison
Lighter in my back pocket again
That's just proper match etiquette
I smoke rappers and blaze flame your favorites an actor he just capping to maintain, my lane changed
I do that, I move that dope
Accrue that, renew that, pursue that goal

(Uh) I'm feeling ruthless sitting down eating Reeses bumping blue chips
Peep the truest chimp stacking chips
You know the shoe strings navy blue, gang members only
Word from my (Uh) one and only
Learn how to love so your ass won't be lonely

I'm back to snatch the hearts of the people ya'll turned on me again
It's all good, it takes a lot to be king
I've been the illest on this Earth while peeling back this purp
The spirit of a giant you can feel it when I burp
The hunger of a lion, when I'm drinking then it's worse
I put a blessing on your science, make your chemistry your curse
What up? Pull up crunching numbers like sit-ups
All these numbers I put up writing this with my foot up
Hand on the green spot playing twister with three thots just tryin' to keep my composure
Blow dozier from tree-tops, nigga (Yea)