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Aye yeah Yeah yeah 6PM On A Plane One way to MIA Get away to keep me sane Having flash backs I can't erase Im losing people by the day Some of em died some turned away Is this the price for the fame Its getting way to high to pay Call the doctor get his head checked Niggas said they made me They couldn't make they self Why they thuggin for the internet I stayed my truest I see through em like a skeleton I been cutting ties fuck the loose ends Finally Them blessings coming in Aye shut my door don't let the devil Cant trust these hoes I walk past her yelling amen Like reveren Tell em like it is I aint preaching Heart frozen Didn't make the draft But God told me I was chosen You gotta watch them niggas that's the closet Showed my gratitude every moment Niggas get older and turn Sucka I Aint on that Stand on that shit you said my nigga own it And don't go tell em its bout no bitch it aint ova that Knew I was next in line cause you consistent I saw the good in you niggas told me fix my lenses Daddy rescued you too so don't forget it Why these niggas tried to knock me off my pivot Go to war by myself You gone try to do something to me wit some new nigga help Dude folded on me too he'll do It to clear his dept Watch em all pretend like I aint want us to win I just asked for the ball cause I was closest to the rim Like who I'ma celebrate with when we hits this championship The ones I started wit Fuck it take it all ima still gone jump up out this gym Still gone jump up out this gym Still gone jump up out this gym 6PM On A Plane One way to MIA Get away to keep me sane Having flash backs I can't erase Im losing people by the day Some of em died some turned away Is this the price for the fame Its getting way to high to pay Gotta pay Gotta pay
Writer(s): R Crawford, Raymond Crawford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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