SIX DIMES Lyrics

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Yeah, uh, like

I seen my life flash before my eyes like six times

Six ways to die in my sick mind

I grew up too quick for this shit when I was six

I had friends making six figures, quick selling six dimes

Pops whipped the Acura in '06, selling shit just to get by

Remember the cops stopped him by the crib back in '09

He told me everything was fine

It's just a guy with the same name, that's a damn lie

How weird they never found him, like shit, I wonder why

Mrs. Officer took me by my hand and brought me to the side

Tryna distract me like I don't see my pops holding in his cry

Gon' make a lovely home for my child by the time I'm twenty-five

Now, it's five years down the line and shit is adding up

Financial freedom at it's finest, all my exes mad as fuck

Had to change my number, got some more friends hitting me up

They wanna converse, but I know my worth, shit, knowing my luck, I'd get set up

They get the drop, they fucking pull up to my spot and I get popped

Now, I'm just known as another rapper shot

Trust issues through the roof, motherfuckers been tryna plot

I got a new crib in the 'ville and I ain't even tell my pops

What makes you think that I'm giving out shit when I was piss broke in the crib

With at least thirty-four cents and my clothes were smelling like shit?

Ain't get no check-up, I was patient

Now, you come in the mix with a high five and a

"I knew you would make it" expecting gifts?

Like make it make sense, when I was making cents, you didn't flinch

You weren't there when I was making shit in the closet

Ain't seen the progress, steady watching my pockets

In my mind I'm already rich, the universe just hasn't made the deposit, damn