6 Minutes Lyrics

I write my verses in winter, in my igloo

They come out cold, but it sticks to your brain like it's glue

See that bar, might've went over your head, like a sick bird, the way that it flu

I ain't a barber, but I think I can run a fade

You're no track star, but I think you should run away

I swear I'm first place, the way that I'm posing

These are new times, I'm not talking Roman

Try to keep me in check, I'm the one that keeps the checks

Kinda skinny yet I flex, man I swear I'm the best

Working on my confidence, I'm a student if you test

Yes, I'll pass, a consequence

No math, grips, onto this

I'm bad sometimes, I'm spiraling

So sad, but happiness is cycling

I'm trash, but you can recycle me

My problem is I fall too easily

Far too many things in front of me

I just keep tripping and stumbling

I just keep loving and wondering

If the favor will ever be returned to me

If the fable will ever stop burning me

And all the viewers of my show laugh at me

And the devil tries to keep on catching me

I'll come up, I'm defying gravity

Yes, I'll come up, Satan questions sanity

Yes, I'll come up, I'll come up, I'll come up, yeah

I'm so sick, I might put him in a clinic

I'm so fit to be vibing to the rhythm

If you pick someone different, no complaints

I'll even listen to your favorite artist

Tell me what your favorite part is

You don't gotta play me at the party

I know, I'm just an average joe

Hopping around like Bonnie

Sometimes I'm off beat, sometimes I'm off beat

Sometimes I'm off beat, sometimes I'm off beat

Sometimes I'm off beat, sometimes I'm off beat

Sometimes I'm off beat

I write my verses in summer

Beside the AC

I'm the arrow under Amazon

No one really noticed me

But I can cover everything

That's why it's A to Z

Edgar Allen's words were the roots to me

I guess that's why it's called Poe a tree

Like six minutes

I don't even need a chorus

If I don't finish, well, we'll cross that bridge

when we get to it

I write my verses in spring

They come out jumpy

I take L's, but I make them funny

This song is for me

I'm Thor, I'm worthy

Drop the hammer early

Never cared for OMG

It's Chaotic, girly

And every time I see the devil in detail

I grab my Bible, because prayers done me well

I'll pray for you, her, and him

And I know I won't ever rid my sin

But our Father, our Son, Holy Spirit, forgive

I grab my notebook

I grab my pen

Tell all my enemies to come right in

because my door is open to everyone

But you can't sit at the table

You're not my friend

You're not like them

Keep the circle small when it comes to dividends

I write my verses in fall

They hit hard when I drop

Number one speed dial

I'll answer your call

I am a Mexican-American

But please let me Finnish

They have a problem with staring, man

Guess I'm clean with dis-shiz

Hit them with the jab while I wear the cross

Take a little stab all the way to the top

and you're left right under

Just like a cheat code Left 4 Dead Hunter

I snipe those

I'm the best, but I guess less

Ask your men

No ceiling, no border, no a fence

Like a breeze, no need to offend

No Pinocchio, but he, she nose

To meet my request to kneel to the throne

I invest my best to all that I do

Every day I test the sick staring achoo

I'll pay the price for all the pain that I cost

I could live a life broke like a boss

Feet in the dirt, spirit on clouds

I live up top, you won't get me down

No, we hate the frowns

See, my pulse sometimes goes rapid

It happens when I'm rapping

It's hard to believe, but you know I'll spit on a hard beat