6th Sense

Mondo on the mix
Where I'm gone be at in ten years?
The only thing I see is rich
I'm tryna make it out
Feel like I'm stuck in the abyss
I'm tired of making hits, sometimes I rap and try to miss
I hit it in the bathroom, cut her off, I got her pissed
I'm tryna figure out who fake nd really with this shit
When I'm up, don't let me down, would break my heart if you switch
Maybe, if I smoke a pound, everything ah make sense
I'm grinding when they not around, but they feel me six sense
How I'm posed to just pick you shorty, when I got two more picks
Went from recording in the loop to Forest Hill, I don't exist
I keep money on my mind, cause it's good for my mental
I'm young but don't got time, I'd rather die than sit for issues
I convince me all the time, before I die that they gon' miss you
Let's go fly to Dubai before Korea send them missiles
They pop out with ARs, you think you hard, you got a pistol
I told her I retire from the pimping then the list grew
I told her I miss sex and I miss neck, but Ion miss you
I told her since you flexible, come through and let me flip you
Keep your head up, count your blessings and don't never let 'em get you
Awe you a rapper?
I'm a boxer, lil' nigga, I make hits, dude
One two, one two, that's it for you
One two, one two, that's it for you
One two, one two, that's it for you
One two, one two, that's

Where I'm gon' be at in ten years?
The only thing I see is rich
I'm tryna make it out, feel like I'm stuck in the abyss



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Writer(s): Jamal Ware
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