Текст песни SIX DIMES - justicexavier

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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