Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper Six feet under, six Six feet under Not the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass around She lick it up just like a candy She trying to live a life so fancy She wanna pull up in a Bentley She ain't got

Take me there Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live Where you keep the rest of your life hid I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare I wanna know everything about you then And I wanna go down every road you've been There's a place in your

If you wanna know why {why I live my life} The way that I do {cause I got to get this money} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A message to God Since you finishin em early, what

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

I'm okay with who I, who I am today Wanna live freely, why isn't it so easy? I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV And I know this lifestyle doesn't really feed me I just tune out to the voice inside that's speaking All my little problems

That's how the story goes I will never forget The moment, the moment In the middle of the night When the angels scream I don't wanna live a life That I believe Time to do or die