Lyrics
My ghost feared by most, one flick of the wrist or the leg put ****'s to bed
Like wonder bread my adversaries toast
Corridor, kitchen floors, that shit built me for war
I been border to border, making a name and taking my feet across water
You think
You better than me, can't be sober, knew I was goat'd before I got older
From the go gotta look over shoulder, pay attention this city get colder
I built establishments off works no accidents, you claiming that you goat'd, but it's past tense
Putting in work at eighteen, back in lab at one two seventeen,
Prolly caught me on channel nineteen, workin, cooking these bums for certain
My shit like dope in a pot, whipping the works, you gone need a top
Cause that's where the team headed, I won't get the credit but know I'm cemented
Sayin she wanna get with a member, you gone forget but she remember
I been killing the shit for ten Decembers, a decade
If they forget, put on your favorite video, rewind and press play
I been this lit, since two thousand and six, carving my name in this shit
Living my
Living my, living my, living my life at one sixty
Can't name a soul who fucking with me,
From Wala to BG'z to fifth city
Living my, living my, living my life at one sixty
Can't name a soul who fucking with me,
From Wala to BG'z to fifth city
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
living my life at one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
living my life at one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
I been did a nine to five I'm focused on five to nine
Asking me how I did it, shit all it took was time
Putting my team in position to win like I'm Kobe and Shack and we down by five
I see that I gotta remind, that boy just touching his prime,
Been calling me Bulb for years I figured it's time to shine, know that I'm one of a kind
Playing with Bulb in the circle, its gone be the end of your time
Yeah, I was out on tour, still sleeping on floors, I guess I just wanted it more
I made a way for the team, them E's you can't ignore
I been on top of the game like coasters
Play with Bulb in the circle ain't good for your health on my soul
Put your ass on a poster, or meme, hitting works we done bust through the seams
On Miah, we pushing them dreams, putting on shorties and feeding the scene
I'm the prof that Footwork ain't dead, they stuck at the light
I'm pushing the pedal instead, I been lit the city like ComEd
From Wala to BG'z to fifth city, can't name a soul who fucking with me
If Footwork the therapy for the city, I'm living my life at 160
And bringing the whole city with me
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
living my life at one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
living my life at one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
One sixty, one sixty, one sixty, one six, one six, one sixty
Living my, living my, living my life at one sixty
Can't name a soul who fucking with me,
From Wala to BG'z to fifth city
Living my, living my, living my life at one sixty
Can't name a soul who fucking with me,
From Wala to BG'z to fifth city
Written by: Jamal Oliver, Morris Harper, Sterling Lofton