Lyrics:
You have just entered the mind of a menace
I'm statin my business just gimme a minute
Apparently I have offended some woman, not to mention niggas by
on this verse
Down bad for a minute swear I thought I was cursed
You can tell I'm from the gutta see the stains on my shirt
Man I ain't tripping I ain't
balling
I'm driven, say bye to my momma
Then hop in the whip
Take it from school, down to work, that's a trip
On the clock for like seven, then back
Every second, every minute
Forget it, my soul is bound
And I'm never gettin' forgiven
Now I'm feeling this spirit
Forever driven to sin and I'm cursed
greed-driven fiends, cretins call them elites
Strangleholds by the arm of control, heart of debrief
Little faith in the law, Satan's fostered the fleet
Call
and be home by dawn
I'd be damned if I flaked, it'd be my last mistake
They could say go to hell and I would ask which way
Wait a minute while I'm
Let's go
How ya doin'? I'm word and I work a nine to five
Barely getting by and I'm rapping for ya'll on the side
Yeah, I'm broke with a dream
if you want to go 5 minutes
Then I challenge you cause I wanna see if you can win it
And I promise I will bring it and I’m never gonna sing it
4 minute
and it is our philosophy yeah
We pack up and gweh
Pack up and pack up and gweh
We bad, ruff and heavy man we ever ready anytime
Jahneration's driven by
this preparation
To fulfill anticipations
Been all kinds of situations
I spend a lot of nights in studios
Guess I bee driven by this passion
If you want
negotiate by walking away
They berate you with tales of the patriarchy
They capitulate by letting you pay
I'm not trying to be cold or dispassionate
But
out from here to there
Like a person’s eyes out of Asia
This D1 beat, it’ll make you bounce
Like you just got shot by a taser
See lil mama in the church
the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
Thinking of your warm skin
While I touch cold steel
the allegations
Its low treble high bass my kill for calibration
Syncing up perfect to the rhythm of my own kick
Driven by my own tone alone I make the poem fit
dreams, better buckle up
Been rapping since like I5, I'm a veteran
Passing you by with my team in them Bently trucks
Fully charged to the extreme, like
a cold world
The other day I had to bury my homegirl
Wrong place, caught one in her face
Plus her man's on the run and couldn't come to the wake
For
time give me five more minutes
And a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next
eighty five I keep riding in a circle
The inside of my ride smelling like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold
to catch a better vibe
Incase you wonder how I've been feeling
Heart Cold as Minnesota, been down hearted for a minute
First time she heard I was Nigerian
lip
Silver Bells and Low Places
Put in your name get 5 minute famous
A little bit hokey
A whole lotta smokey
Hangin' at the pub
Doing Santa's Karaoke
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
like a sinus, a Christian, a saint
Blessed by The Most High
Who give and Who take
And I know this, I bow down and
Give Him some thanks
I'm a sinner, He
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
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