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Six Four
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Oct 1, 2026 updated
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Song Meaning
Steven Malcolm turns the bounce of a classic '64 Impala into a metaphor for a life that moves up and down but stays in motion. The track opens on stage energy — speakers knocking, no spectators allowed — before pulling back the curtain on the grind behind it: late nights, basement years, and a refusal to call any of it overnight success. That same hydraulic rhythm becomes spiritual: he calls himself a prodigy of his majesty, admits humanity is filled with vanity and pulled by gravity toward depravity, yet sees God's love as something close to insanity because it reaches down anyway. The chorus repeats the lowrider bounce like a mantra, and the second verse shifts to the block, wood grain, and kinfolk, but the aim stays fixed — he wants people to look at him and see Jesus, not just the flow. There's a striking tension in lines about being lifted up while going down, and in calling the record peace music with a new sense of truth. He presses toward the Father, claims treasure stored in heaven rather than chasing racks, and asks for unity across every hood and ghetto. The result is a turn-up anthem that keeps its eyes on something higher than the stage.
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I hit the stage get it jumping like a six four
It go up, it go down, speakers knockin' with the kick do' lit
With the turn up on yeesh
Ain't no standing in the building
Ain't no spectators allowed
Please, I done put in work for this here
Late night grinds down to equal great flight time
Ain't no overnight success over here
This that talent that was down in the basement for five years
I'm the prodigy of his majesty
Who created humanity granted we filled with vanity
[?] A point of fantasy overcome with depravity
Gravity pulling me toward His hands see His love, insanity
Bust out like a cantaloupe
This right here my anecdote
I want the world to look at me and see Jesus like, "man he dope"
Got me way up at the same time going down
Bass hitting keep up with it
Hold up while I hit my switches
Like a six four, like a six four, like a six four, up and down like a six four
Like a six four, like a six four, like a six four, up and down like a six four
Ripping through the block with my kinfolk
Paintings on my old school wood grain gripping
Dipping all up in the pot like "where the bills at?"
Imagine that what do I look like trying to chase racks
I'm richer than ever the heavens is holding my treasure
Ahead of the game with the grinding this never gonna let up
So gimme the mic, "check, one, two"
Keeping it bright lit, all for the truth
Bass high, big faith take little fake
Straight shot to the medulla oblongata
Pressing towards the Father and he like I'm not a [?]
Then I get that work
Anybody who think they hotter
Ok let me cool out this here is peace music with a new sense of truth with and crew it with loose lips
Spirit I bulletproof it
To the Batmobile I go
Better watch out this kid flow
Gotta bounce like that six four
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Go from 0 to 100 got that whole crowd with me
I be on that turn up times ten in the mosh pit
Creating projects that will bring unity to my projects
And every hood, yeah, and every ghetto
Up and down, up and down like a six four
I hit the stage get it jumping like a six four
It go up, it go down, speakers knockin' with the kick do' lit
With the turn up on yeesh
Ain't no standing in the building
Ain't no spectators allowed
Please, I done put in work for this here
Late night grinds down to equal great flight time
Ain't no overnight success over here
This that talent that was down in the basement for five years