Six Dimes

Uh 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