6 PM ON A PLANE

Aye yeah
Yeah yeah

6PM On A Plane
One way to MIA
Get away to keep me sane
Having flash backs I can't erase
Im losing people by the day
Some of em died some turned away
Is this the price for the fame
Its getting way to high to pay

Call the doctor get his head checked
Niggas said they made me
They couldn't make they self
Why they thuggin for the internet
I stayed my truest I see through em like a skeleton
I been cutting ties fuck the loose ends
Finally Them blessings coming in
Aye shut my door don't let the devil
Cant trust these hoes
I walk past her yelling amen
Like reveren
Tell em like it is I aint preaching
Heart frozen
Didn't make the draft
But God told me I was chosen
You gotta watch them niggas that's the closet
Showed my gratitude every moment
Niggas get older and turn Sucka I Aint on that
Stand on that shit you said my nigga own it
And don't go tell em its bout no bitch it aint ova that
Knew I was next in line cause you consistent
I saw the good in you niggas told me fix my lenses
Daddy rescued you too so don't forget it
Why these niggas tried to knock me off my pivot
Go to war by myself
You gone try to do something to me wit some new nigga help
Dude folded on me too he'll do It to clear his dept
Watch em all pretend like I aint want us to win
I just asked for the ball cause I was closest to the rim
Like who I'ma celebrate with when we hits this championship
The ones I started wit
Fuck it take it all ima still gone jump up out this gym
Still gone jump up out this gym
Still gone jump up out this gym

6PM On A Plane
One way to MIA
Get away to keep me sane
Having flash backs I can't erase
Im losing people by the day
Some of em died some turned away
Is this the price for the fame
Its getting way to high to pay
Gotta pay
Gotta pay



Credits
Writer(s): R Crawford, Raymond Crawford
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