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