Platinum Sellers Beats - 6 Feet lyrics

(Verse 1-Adamite) Now most of you know my story and the way it goes, word for word you can recite it from all those years ago, it dates way back to 92, my debut that hospital came through and bumped some dre and snoop, and now I'm 22, a young man moving to one day fill up the inside of his fathers shoes, and dad I know I may never be elvis to you, but you and mom don't really know how I truly cherish you two, but who knew I would fall head over hills for rap, hell I guess I can thank my sister for that, I remember that watching shady rap that he was back, on trl while putting together that hot wheels track, in the living room and after that I had no doubt for a fact that I to would be spittin soon, atleast I a**umed, and yea it took me awhile, but now I'm walking down my own 31 8 mile (HOOK-J~FLY) Ohhh We All Start High, and don't wanna crash down, six feet under, six feet down (Verse 2-Adamite) Now I'm devoted and focused, but nobody can notice its bogus, until I use this hocus pocus that overexposes my motives, and overdoses these roaches, with love like I rap with a mouth full loaded with roses, uhh, I've come along way but I've got longer to go, tryna rise before my incline hits a plateau, and evens out, I'm tryna get evened out but I'm 6 feet in a sea of doubt, and I'm leaping out And I'm diving into the next chapter the open book of a blessed rapper, trying to recapture, the pa**ion I had when I first started, before the a**whippin by pills that left me and my brain parted, and boy did I miss it, and finally nothings missing, so now I'm in the position to make a k**in, doing something I love so I thank God up above, this year has been rough, Ive had enough its left in the dust (HOOK-J~FLY) Ohhh We All Start High, and don't wanna crash down, six feet under, six feet down (Verse 3-Adamite) Im tryna be the next VI Seconds, Pa**ionate, Locksmith, or Jeff Turner, but im on the back burner, of this underground rap scene, I'm somewhere in between being where I wanna be and this still being a dream, maybe its not as bad at it seems, I'm still paying my dues but I've ran out of the green, and I ain't talking bout leaves, but if the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, do I leave it or eat it like Adam and Eve, and I'm filled with this grief and I'm filled with this hunger, and time flies so I ain't getting any younger, and if its flying then why can't I catch it, capture it make the best of it, perfectionist, specialist, when it comes to expressin sh**, so I will wrap my knuckles and swing for the fences, spit every bar until it breaks through raps defenses, f** the consequences, I'm ready to rev the engines, Adamite I'm 6 feet deep in these b**hes (HOOK-J~FLY) Ohhh We All Start High, and don't wanna crash down, six feet under, six feet down