6am in Vegas lyrics

[Verse 1: Starlito]
Lil mama downstairs fixing salmon croquettes
More money, more stress, it come with having a check
You one of them rappers they press, it come from lack of respect
If I'm on stage I'm on deck, they ain't pat me down yet
Yeah I copped one in the desert, said I'm too tall for a Vette
Saw one at the auction I could've bought, I'm so messy
I'm already stamped, so I thought I'd address it
I'm appalled, you let my balling upset you? Well this pressure
Rappers road rage, in my rearview a pedestrian
Throw this b*tch in reverse, might throw your b*tch in a verse
Lance say he got some Ac, I ain't totally quit the syrup
I'm joking, I woke up, rolled up, did yoga, and went to work
Not worried bout what I make, just know I'ma get my worth
Picking up Grind Hard OG with the grower November 1st
They say it ain't so fun when the rabbit got the gun
And I feel like the bunny with the drum
How I keep going, and going, and going
Yeah I'm knowing they feelings hurt
Just know it was God's plan, even though I ain't been to church
I could've been in that hearse, so I'm knowing that prayer works
Got this hoe I hate, she the worst, left my throwaway in her purse

[Bridge: Starlito]
I ain't f*cking with that b*tch, she on that lil girl sh*t
You just a fake broke n*gga, you just look real rich
Down bad, f*cked up, but I took my lick
Had to run it back up, so I took me a risk
[Verse 2: Starlito]
Glad I chose this over hooping at Fisk
Every Tuesday around 6 pull up the coupe to Ruth's Chris
Got a cougar to cook for me but I choose to forget
Come through in the clutch, Jermaine shoot but don't miss
And I promise I ain't slanging, yeah I'm truly legit
My momma's neighbors probably think I'm moving them bricks
I been stock trading, getting 2 for a pit
Getting 10 for a show, still got nothing for a b*tch

[Verse 3: Landlord]
Look, reaching for my chain'll get you paralyzed
You a trapper and a rapper, that's a pair of lies
I can look you in your eyes and tell you petrified
Left third, now I'm headed home and I ain't scared to slide
Baby say she love me, I told her love don't pay the bills
Even though that pus*y wetter than the Navy SEALs
She said I'll never be hungry 'cause she can make a meal
I told her I'm money-hungry to make a mil
Burning in them coffins so we turned to the office
I ain't learn nothing in school, I learned everything from losses
Balling on these hoes, and I never went golfing
Ain't giving n*ggas nothing, that's a Boston
sh*t I gave n*ggas everything, they still snitching on me
My lawyer lying for me, sh*t, and he don't even know me
Do it by myself, that's what come with being lonely
If I left it up to them, I would end up being homeless
If I didn't have the mic and pimping I wouldn't have a ride man
Always on that bullsh*t, but I ain't from the Chi man
It's cool coach, put me in the game and we won't lose coach
I'm asking for the ball when the game getting too close
(Swish.) I'm a westside block n*gga
Bring it to you direct, but connected like a Cox n*gga
I can't f*ck with her if she ain't investing in my stock n*gga
Lito you my brother, it's gone be that till we drop n*gga
Gone