Sixth Sense
I'ma leave you outside, you just a bloody mess
All the blood in my eyes, I can't see success
If they ask for advice, I'ma let them just guess
Cause my ego so strong, it's like my sixth sense
Sixth sense telling me I shouldn't go outside,
cause I know I might die, but I'd let a OPP try
Try my you get ate
you get murked, no debate
Try me, meet yo fate
on my turf, now you late
Kami leave you outside, you just a bloody mess
Call me any Fuckin time, this bullet you to rest
If you I ever miss a rhyme, just know I'll get it back
Cause every single time, I'ma keep it on track
Gotta track record going; says I only make heat
Run it back, now we going to the top; the elite
You a rat, you go tellin' to a cop; I delete
Gotta Gat, for yo ass, not gonna keep it discreet
I'ma leave you outside, you just a bloody mess
All the blood in my eyes, I can't see success
If they ask for advice, I'ma let them just guess
Cause my ego so strong, it's like my sixth sense
Sixth sense telling me I shouldn't go outside,
cause I know I might die, but I'd let a OPP try
Try my you get ate
you get murked, no debate
Try me, meet yo fate
on my turf, now you late (yuh)
All the blood in my eyes, I can't see success
If they ask for advice, I'ma let them just guess
Cause my ego so strong, it's like my sixth sense
Sixth sense telling me I shouldn't go outside,
cause I know I might die, but I'd let a OPP try
Try my you get ate
you get murked, no debate
Try me, meet yo fate
on my turf, now you late
Kami leave you outside, you just a bloody mess
Call me any Fuckin time, this bullet you to rest
If you I ever miss a rhyme, just know I'll get it back
Cause every single time, I'ma keep it on track
Gotta track record going; says I only make heat
Run it back, now we going to the top; the elite
You a rat, you go tellin' to a cop; I delete
Gotta Gat, for yo ass, not gonna keep it discreet
I'ma leave you outside, you just a bloody mess
All the blood in my eyes, I can't see success
If they ask for advice, I'ma let them just guess
Cause my ego so strong, it's like my sixth sense
Sixth sense telling me I shouldn't go outside,
cause I know I might die, but I'd let a OPP try
Try my you get ate
you get murked, no debate
Try me, meet yo fate
on my turf, now you late (yuh)
Credits
Writer(s): Cain, Joseph Robertson
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