[intro] oh yuh [Verse 1] I was freezing in the alley with a hole in my shoes Ain't nobody give a fuck about the shit I went through I was crying in the dark, I was losing my mind Screaming at a world that left me completely behind. But I wiped my own tears, and I stood on my feet Made a promise to the universe while sleeping on the street. I visualized the millions, I manifested the gold I took all of the trauma and the lies I was told, And I forged it into armor. Yeah, I built up the vault. If you broke Nig*as hate me, then it’s your own fu*king fault. I’m worth way more than a million, my spirit is rich While you were sleeping in a bed, I was dead in a ditch. [Chorus] 666 shots raining down on the opps! We don't call the fucking police, we don't talk to the cops! I was sleeping on the concrete, nowhere to go Now there's seven digits sitting in my bank on the low! Yeah, 666 shots, let 'em burn in the fire! I manifested all this wealth, I’m a fucking messiah! Used to starve in the cold, now I'm counting the bands Got the blood of my enemies all over my hands! [Verse 2] PULL UP TO THE SCENE WITH THE HORNS ON MY HEAD! 666 SHOTS TILL THE ENEMIES DEAD!*l I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A THREAT OR A TEXT PUT THE CHOPPA TO YOUR NECK, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO IS NEXT! I remember eating scraps, I remember the dirt! Now I drop a hundred bands on a custom-made shirt! You was laughing when I suffered, you was blind to my pain Now I'm pulling up in Phantoms and I'm making it rain! It’s a massacre, a bloodbath, a demonic attack If you cross me, put a target right on your fucking back! I spoke this to existence, I am a god in the flesh Put the hollow point bullets right through your fucking chest! [Bridge] I’m so tired. I got the money. I got the house. But the cold never really leaves your bones. You don't know what it's like to be completely invisible. So now I make them see me [Chorus] 666 shots raining down on the opps! We don't call the fucking police, we don't talk to the cops! I was sleeping on the concrete, nowhere to go Now there's seven digits sitting in my bank on the low! Yeah, 666 shots, let 'em burn in the fire! I manifested all this wealth, I’m a fucking messiah! Used to starve in the cold, now I'm counting the bands Got the blood of my enemies all over my hands! [outro] black corpse made it right
