6th Sense Lyrics

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