[Intro: Xela 6ix]
All my gees from the 6ix
All my hommies from the 6ix
All my girls from the 6ix
All my money from the 6ix
My demons out they don’t miss
Pray to God for my sins
Bankroll with the bricks
Abracadabra with the tricks
Nothing can stop we we not backing down
Opps looking like clowns
Taking what is mine give me the crown
Late night drama from night to dawn
Jaden and Hygienic we back with the business
Take that back to the city
We moving different our lifestyle a movie
Don’t bring your girl if she not bad like Riri
[Verse 1: Xela 6ix]
My demons jigi with me, ain’t backing down
I hope they don’t leave me, from now till sun’s down
If Paul walker could live, and not die in a porch
That move will be legendary, like dances from the south
Man, I’m high like a pelican
+52 like a Mexican
Off the weed like a Jamaican
Roller coaster lifestyle still goes around and hit me back like a Vatican
Talking about money? You telling me nothing
Concerning your budget? You telling nothing
Living the GTA life ‘cause we running
Spider-Man moves last home we coming
Right to the bank and getting the money
Gotta feed my mama and my baby
Act like video game so they could play me
But when it’s pay day, they gotta pay me
I don’t owe dime not even a penny
Your shoddies come and get litty with me
I’m geeked off meds my lungs gon save me
Came from mars brought greetings from John Carter
Came with attention like military soldier
Starting a book with one holy chapter
About to auction my life for a hookah
Man, I’m back to the 6ix
If you want know check my wrist
Last heard an opp was sick
So, I sent him middle finger in a pic
Told that that boy he can suck dick
I’m not ready for his Sunday sins
Told him, “I’m ready for this”
I don’t mind if he still takes a piss
When I’m down I talk to the maker
I know he the only to save me
I could as well take weed to get higher
But it won’t last as long as bad news break in
When I needed help, I saw hommies just run away
So, you should see why I speak with more pain
I feel like the whole world is against meh
I’m now left alone sitting on the side way
[Hook: Xela 6ix]
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the runway)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the grind day)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Monday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the runway)
We got nothing
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a runway)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the Sunday)
We got nothing
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Monday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the Friday)
We got nothing (on the runway)
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie
[Verse 2: Hygienic]
Straight from the hood, we’re rolling up
Talk about money and we pulling up
Hola amigos I’m taking off get on the money train
Gotta go stuck 'em up
I’m second to none I’m a Rudiger
Obra yε den, bisa wo nipa
I plan my life well like a coup d’état
When I’m in pain he’s the alpha and omega
All I see is critics, all I see is bitches
All I see is niggas who want me to go lose it
Then I see fame, then I see riches
Nigga, I’m making money every 10 minutes
Got more heat than the fire department
Wanna get a mansion not an apartment
Getting the bag is just an assignment
Baby can I hold you like Tracy Chapman
My life ain’t black and white it’s so colored
Xela and Jay, we the best charley
Nous sommes de retour, avec plus chaleur
Si tu ne comprends pas, forget about it
All you fake niggas, you gon love me
Look at your future but you see me
Imma smoke your ass, like a chimney
Nigga, Imma smoke your ass, like a chimney
You Wanna stand down, I say stand up
You gotta give but I don’t give up
You want a compliment, you gotta compliment
When I die, I need a monument
We got nothing to lose we got something to gain
We got family to feed we got money to make
It’s a hell of a ride but there’s something to gain
And we made it, that’s why we party today
[Hook: Xela 6ix]
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the runway)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the grind day)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Monday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the runway)
We got nothing
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a runway)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the Sunday)
We got nothing
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Monday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the Friday)
We got nothing (on the runway)
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie
[Verse 3: Jaden Heights]
The way I be taking these shots it’s like curry or Kobe playing down in the Lakers
Man, I will be lacing this blunt, this weed just came down landed down from Jamaica
Man, I got gang on me, that’s the setup
Man, I got gang on me, that’s formation
I got nothing to lose I be dancing with the devil
Two left feet I be battling Satan
Don’t ask why I got these chains on me
I came from the pain homie
I’m a product of my own environment
When you see me in the streets it’s sirens on me
I got these scars on me
I got this pain on me
Suicidal thoughts all over, over my head
I got to heal homie
But we move regardless
Now be sipping on cappuccino
Got a hard domino
Hurricane Katrina got a lot stamina
Cruising in the beamer
Got the tires screeching
We be not leashing
We got collision
We all got demons
Xela, Hygienic, those are my niggas
Cause we a cold season
Left em all sneezing
Now they all sleeping
But we pray to Jesus
Cause we got
[Hook: Xela 6ix]
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the runway)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the grind day)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Monday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the runway)
We got nothing
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a runway)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the Sunday)
We got nothing
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Sunday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on a Monday)
We got nothing to lose hommie (on the Friday)
We got nothing (on the runway)
We got nothing
We got nothing to lose hommie
