Verse 1
Live from the six hundred and nine
Small town where everybody got nothin but time
So I took some of mine, to make music now I use it
Spittin rhymes that'll send a shiver up through your spine
Doing this for life was part of the plan,
Somethin happened with the pen, cuz it's practically attached to my hand
Writin passages and quotes in every one of my notes
I be in class with the worlds shortest attention span
Cuz like, i dont make music for the fuck of it
I make shit that makes people feel my energy because of it
But I ain't have to tell you none of that cuz if you couldn't see it
Please believe it you are Cousin It
South jersey niggas runnin shit best believe it's goin down
Deadbeat up on the boards & he my nigga world renowned
For the sound of that MPC
GOAT with the MVP of MP3, I tell em

Chorus
*609 that's where I lay my head down*
Told the whole world, so nobody gon forget now
For too long I been sweatin where I'm from
But the best is yet to come from the best out, I tell em
*609 that's where I first started rappin*
Didn't care about nobody else so I just let it happen
Couple years later on my grind I get it crackin
But don't trip, there's still room on the bandwagon

Verse 2
I don't know what you heard about me
But I'm feelin like you probably be worried bout me
Rollin deep, lookin like its a herd around me
& we jus sparked the dutch, It's absurd how cloudy
And loud we, keep them packs under wraps until we finish tracks
Spit a rap, kick back, green crack, get shmacked
Like that, relax and take a blunt to the face
And celebrate my victory cuz I'm in love with the taste
When I was 16, I felt like I was running in place
Now I'm 20 and it's funny how I'm running a race
Too Many rappers in the game who only in it for the fame
Fuck my name, I need you to remember my face
You'd think in such a small town that's easy to do, true
But put on different shoes, you being me, me being you
& give me all this free entertainment
I'll look back, smile and say "don't forget me when you're famous"

Verse 3
Nah this is not a diss track,
This is me literally tellin you to get back
Naw, for real, this is me, Brendan G., warning you, your crew, don't matter who
To put the mic down, your shit is laughable
I have to do you niggas dirty (Pause)
Like my laundry, did it bright and early (Draws)
All you rappers acting girly nigga where's your (Balls)?
Makin drake look like a mercenary (Awww)
[So tell me what I gotta] do or say to make a million bucks right quick
So I can look at you, laugh and tell you suck my dick
I ain't really plan on selling out unless I get sick
Cuz everybody from my town is gonna bump my shit
I said what I gotta do To make a buck right quick?
I ain't really tryna sell my soul just to hit a lick
I'd rather make as much music as I can before I kick
Cuz everybody in the world is gonna bump my shit