6cense (六円)

I got strep throat but I'm still big steppin'
Shoutout Stunna Man
On a bitch neck I'm chin checking, chess not checkers
Move like nights
Turn L's into lessons
Feel like Mike and flu game, 1997
Fuck the high
My shoe game like a grandfather
Can't be bothered to buy some dumb shit just 'cause my bands taller
And that shit just not as clean as my cortez
Still mobbin' in that Corolla, fuck a Corvette
Coca-Cola from my shorty, silhouette, she so divine
Ism in her, try to spit, she'll hit you with a colder line
I ain't finna sign until I read between them lines
A hundred times, the devils in the details
Hidden on that dotted line
The middle child, I devised, is back in pre-high
Knew how to multiple and divide since I was knee high
All in the design, just tend to your destiny
I listen before I speak with my two ears and three eyes
Six senses
That's a sixth sense
Hold on, that don't make sense