6 Foot 7 Lyrics by Schoolboy Q

6 Foot 7 Lyrics


    feat. Kendrick Lamar
    * obviously a freestyle over the Lil Wayne song

    [Kendrick Lamar]
    Said I'm a fuckin monster a massive attack'll haunt ya
    I mastered the rap then fucked up the monitors
    Mastered that, after that I went for thermometers
    Popped 'em all as they popped in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
    Holla back~! They promised us, no pajamas insomnia
    will attack, I attack like pirahna does
    Hit your block like a comet, BLAP
    And you all know what time it is, 20-12 mark your calendars
    Calisthenics and silencers, exercisin that trigger STRIP~!!
    Rock with us Metallica, competition no talent
    Hum in the jungle what's wild enough?
    Just might stumble upon a PACK, of lions
    No lyin my soilders dyin this is I-RAQ
    Alliances linin with stars and bars of a prison WRECK
    My science applyin pressure her strecher is needed
    pay the proceeds, or you live in DEBT!
    Y'all soft as a giga-pet; you niggaz can't see me
    unless you watchin the TV or ultra huggin my SILHOUETTE
    My flow got the ceiling WET; I spit 'til I feel my BREATH
    go sink in my fuckin chest
    She fuckin the fuckin best, mean my dick is the dick of death
    Means I'm killin that pussy like Spike whenever that Jerry slept

    Yo Dre! Me and Andre the Giant 6'7" and climbin
    Whether you storm to your climate, whether your beat makin or rhymin
    Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman, handful of diamonds like Jay fans
    On a island wit Ray Bans
    Glasses palmin asses that probably came wit a great tan, hee hee
    I be the motherfuckin Mecca of these Hub City spectrum
    Where they at? I will disect 'em like a fuckin frog's rectum
    While you wreckin with a wreckin ball my words flow incredible
    They probably call the federal after I slaughter several
    Et cetera et cetera, Bentley passin up Celicas
    They tellin us about shit, #HiiPoWer in your mouth bitch!
    And top dog can vouch bitch; nigga what you 'bout?A
    bout face wit army outfits, the general's here
    That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
    Penitence reachin pinacles of life and despair
    And me I solemnly swear
    to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
    Only difference is I ain't never askin Allah for it!
    Only difference is I be spazzin and still apply for it!
    Put me in a category, I don't know what's a sadder story
    Guts and glory, yo' pain bore me, you ain't really lived it
    I take you to a block where they Crippin
    or Piru that 5'2 gun, bigger than the torso of Pippin
    Bitch I been doin before you niggaz ruined it show me somethin different
    You either kissin dick or givin me distance
    You live in a disrict of dimebags and dummys; I know your statistics
    Who your boss he more like my assisstant?
    Get lost have a egg and a biscuit
    Break-fast when we aimin them biscuits
    Pay cash when ya chain come up missin, Q!!!

    [ScHoolBoy Q]
    (Q!) Double ups dude what the fuck?
    Get me some my promo poppin, "Setbacks" droppin soon they watchin
    I just lock and load explode, target flowed I'm somewhere blowed
    Mary got some swishers sweets, L.A. nigga prolly east
    Cheerin for the ragin beats, X-O Henny' scrape the keys
    Bangin C I'm bangin B, put them niggaz next to me
    Stop and focus get the lead, I'm hear now let the hardest be
    Shit all them dudes got ovaries - PERIOD~!
    Run on sentence still I'm ventin air conditionin coolest breeze
    Ill diseases, grip my pant and shoot my semen
    Still I'm cumin miles a runnin
    I was learnin getting knowledge, head is throbbin, she a goblin
    We be mobbin over bitches, stick and miss and she the business
    Get a witness pussy frenchin, just a mission
    poppin off like on a mission, proposition
    Getting money, drop a nigga
    Rush a nigga, stomp a nigga
    Crush a nigga, dust a nigga
    Copperhead gon' crush a nigga, heatin up the winter nigga
    Somethin to remember nigga, hella sick I got a spit
    Cursed with a verse like, God told me kill the shit
    Load a clip, hecklin cops, the Hoover king~!
    Bada bing by the ding-a-ling, natural Hoover
    Fing' ring with a vision clearer than Visine, Asiang from Beijing
    Money make her cum she cream; feed the weak that's WingStop
    At the start wit rain drops, Autobots
    Space shuttle, shittin on your car lots - boy stop!
    Could at least got excitin huh? #HiiPoWer you see our pattern huh?
    Workin on tracks like we never been free
    22 squezze niggaz shootin off C's, please let a nigga bar 16's
    Rhyme 16's, bada bing bing bing
    Bing bing! Bing bing bing bing {*laughing*}

    [Outro]
    If you want to be from #HiiPoWer
    please come to friend zone
    But don't wowwwy
    You will not suck on my dick tonight

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