6 Blunts by CB5 Lyrics
[Intro: Isaiah Bowers]
Lost Legends
You already know
[Verse: Isaiah Bowers]
Y’all niggas know who it be
I came from below I was deep
I had the 44 in my jeans
Just trynna roll down the street
The police watching, gang unit sending most niggas to defeat
But I’m in the whip 5% tint so they won’t notice it’s me
Cause I’m slick like Rick nigga
Cashin' in my chips nigga
I run with, enough bread for 22 girls to have fun with
And you see me ballin like 2-3
James or Jordan you choose
But you know the rules come 4th quarter that’s when I win and you lose
Blue strips like Blues Clues
Bank account it got good news
But shit it ain’t nothin I was born to ball
Flyest nigga coming out the Shaw
My middle finger up fuck thе law
I’m lit as fuck off the alcohol
Gettin money tryna sеt the bar
Respect The Real nigga RTR
[Verse: LijahT]
Pull up and I hop out
Young nigga won't trip dumb niggas get socked out
Let me do my damn thing now babe you really wanna fuck with a nigga now
Now I came in the game for the long run
Niggas wanna hate bruh it's all good smoke up
Pull up on the turf girl
You know it's just all love
You know T just got slut
You know T just got plug
You know me just floating up
You niggas coming from the east side bruh not the coast though
So what’s it hitting for
Yeah, yeah what it hitting for
Real niggas never bang in colors pull up on my block fosho
[Verse 3: UraelB]
Man they pulled up on the block shooting shots
I was 7 years old heard ‘em ringing from the house
Hoping my older brother wasn’t just out and about
I just started playing ball
I just ran my first route
Coach said it’s no ceilings
Sky’s the limit
Last night coulda been up in a cloud
Mama like no not now
Dudes active and packin’
We gone be actively packin’
Our ass across town away from these clowns
But in the LAnd you can’t really escape it
Midst of the doom you just bloom through the pavement
That’s why crack everywhere
Straps everywhere
Gas in air
Prolly thinking how the fuck can you make it?
When the homie you grew up and was raised with
Missing practice 'cause he wanna be dangerous
And y’all league dreams starting to get tainted
Cause he wanna be stuck in the matrix
Where I’m from it’s about the red or blue
And some gotta choose
And you don’t wanna be a loner
When dudes twisting and bending corners
Like a Rubik’s cube
End up on the news
Leaking red now ya family blue
Twitter read about it making post for you
Story blew up so emotional
Now you in the clouds way before you due
Lost Legends
You already know
[Verse: Isaiah Bowers]
Y’all niggas know who it be
I came from below I was deep
I had the 44 in my jeans
Just trynna roll down the street
The police watching, gang unit sending most niggas to defeat
But I’m in the whip 5% tint so they won’t notice it’s me
Cause I’m slick like Rick nigga
Cashin' in my chips nigga
I run with, enough bread for 22 girls to have fun with
And you see me ballin like 2-3
James or Jordan you choose
But you know the rules come 4th quarter that’s when I win and you lose
Blue strips like Blues Clues
Bank account it got good news
But shit it ain’t nothin I was born to ball
Flyest nigga coming out the Shaw
My middle finger up fuck thе law
I’m lit as fuck off the alcohol
Gettin money tryna sеt the bar
Respect The Real nigga RTR
[Verse: LijahT]
Pull up and I hop out
Young nigga won't trip dumb niggas get socked out
Let me do my damn thing now babe you really wanna fuck with a nigga now
Now I came in the game for the long run
Niggas wanna hate bruh it's all good smoke up
Pull up on the turf girl
You know it's just all love
You know T just got slut
You know T just got plug
You know me just floating up
You niggas coming from the east side bruh not the coast though
So what’s it hitting for
Yeah, yeah what it hitting for
Real niggas never bang in colors pull up on my block fosho
[Verse 3: UraelB]
Man they pulled up on the block shooting shots
I was 7 years old heard ‘em ringing from the house
Hoping my older brother wasn’t just out and about
I just started playing ball
I just ran my first route
Coach said it’s no ceilings
Sky’s the limit
Last night coulda been up in a cloud
Mama like no not now
Dudes active and packin’
We gone be actively packin’
Our ass across town away from these clowns
But in the LAnd you can’t really escape it
Midst of the doom you just bloom through the pavement
That’s why crack everywhere
Straps everywhere
Gas in air
Prolly thinking how the fuck can you make it?
When the homie you grew up and was raised with
Missing practice 'cause he wanna be dangerous
And y’all league dreams starting to get tainted
Cause he wanna be stuck in the matrix
Where I’m from it’s about the red or blue
And some gotta choose
And you don’t wanna be a loner
When dudes twisting and bending corners
Like a Rubik’s cube
End up on the news
Leaking red now ya family blue
Twitter read about it making post for you
Story blew up so emotional
Now you in the clouds way before you due