PFV - 611 lyrics

Yeah i remember back when I was listening to
'Party' sitting at the party
Whipping in your Mazda like that
Shit was a Ferrari you a Maserati
Dreamt of a mansion that's up on the hill
Figured I'd pull out the Tommy
I saw my neck and my wrist and my grill
Knew that I'd get it by shining
I used to ask for the odds
And get all of my friends
And listen to my shit
And now they just turn on the radio
Turn up the dial and there that shit is
Knew that it happened but honestly
I don't know how much that I can predict
I'm making enemies doing my thing
But I promise I don't feel the risk
New headspace I'm into
Got betrayed by guess who?
But headaches are meant to
Give X-Ray, I left you
Lesson learned yeah I got a price on my head
I confirmed that all of them better off dead
Feel the burn yeah I put
In words that collect
Taking turns is not how I get my respect
Do the work, that paper coming express
And I am sure I'm rapping
To kill off the stress

Yeah 611, 611
At home I'm just counting my blessings
611, 611 i don't need none of the stressing
Standing tall like I'm 6"11
Watch them fall, they don't get to pressing
On the ball, got a bit of leverage
Make the call, now they get to steppin'

(yeah, 611, 611, eh, 611
611, standing tall, 611, 611)

They fighting me for no reason
I tried to take the most scenic
Route to pass all those heathens
Haters dial when they see it
Move inside and they screaming
Move aside when I'm speeding
I've decided I'm leaving
I provided my beacon i am going towards
Why do they call to waste time
I don't kick it it's all on my own accord
I'll fight any urge and I'll
Lead all the numbers and I don't even force
Nothing that's for the
Convenience or purpose
So I'm just being forward
Yeah I'm just being forward

Yeah i'm losing sight of my progress
Honest, gotta get back on the grind i know
I know I'm never responsive
But I can conquer anything out on my own
Yeah i do my best work alone
Uh my studio inside my home

Yeah 611, 611
At home I'm just counting my blessings
611, 611 i don't need none of the stressing
Standing tall like I'm 6"11
Watch them fall, they don't get to pressing
On the ball, got a bit of leverage
Make the call, now they get to steppin'

(yeah, 611, 611, eh, 611
611, standing tall, 611, 611)