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[Intro: 6ixteenth]
6ixteen hundred yeah


[Pre-Chorus: 6ixteenth]
I'm moving coast to coast
I got a pilly, cup of fire
In a prison full of smiles
I been smoking on that loud
Coast to coast
I'm moving coast to coast
I'm moving coast to coast

[Chorus: 6ixteenth]
I'm moving coast to coast
I got a pilly, cup of fire
In a prison full of smiles
I been smoking on that loud
Coast to coast
I done ran a thousand miles
I done smoked a hundred pounds
I done made a hundred sounds, yeah

[Verse 1: 6ixteenth]
Moving andale, oh wait
I need cheddar, cake, souffle
Tryna steal my flow, too late
Gotta get a boat for this wave
Really tryna tell me to move on
But I got the keys
I been stacking my bread, no coupons
Gotta plant my seeds
Yeah, I plant my seeds
No more serving no fiends
They been scamming my ass for way too long
I need my piece
Yeah, I'm talking Ibiza
Yeah I'm talking about golden glitter and selling out arenas
And I ain't gotta get a visa
[Verse 2:Akh]
And Helen, Heaven ain't gon' wait for you
And I don't know what it is you came to do
But this ship made for two
So get in or get in somebody else way 'cause you
Not mine, and I ain't got time to kill
And no, I ain't tryna fill
All of my days with this pain and these promises
Pardon the stains on my brain and these scars, I
Spent time at the graves of my favorites and opposites
Scholar of shame and incompetence
Hollerin' "Gang" with my partners
But I gotta say I been afraid to be honest
I'm keeping my cards close
I don't even sleep with my guard low
Said show me some shit you can't see through the fire
Smoke in the whip and a crib out in Scarborough

[Chorus: 6ixteenth]
I'm moving coast to coast
I got a pilly, cup of fire
And a prison full of smiles
I been smoking on that loud
Coast to coast
I done ran a thousand miles
I done smoked a hundred pounds
I done made a hundred sounds, yeah
[Verse 3: Yuno Barz]
I'm living bicoastal
I'm calling an audible every time I'm on the road
I'm losing my patience
A lot of y'all ain't got no talent and selling y'all souls and
A lot of you fumbled the bag
And counted me out in the past
And thought I was only a joke
But now I look back and I laugh
And that's just a problem we have
That's just the tip of the iceberg
Your bitch on my dick, I guess life works
In mysterious ways
I keep my pen to the page
I keep my eyes on the prize
A lot of y'all stuck in your ways
And any day could be the day, so
'Till then boss moves on relay
She only wanna fuck on her B-Day

[Chorus: 6ixteenth]
I'm moving coast to coast
I got a pilly, cup of fire
And a prison full of smiles
I been smoking on that loud
Coast to coast
I done ran a thousand miles
I done smoked a hundred pounds
I done made a hundred sounds, yeah