Lyrics:
shot
From at least about five years ago
When I was in junior high goin' to Marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave
starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads
Rollin up big fat el productos
I'm fine like wine
Regal rich and divine
And he keep on running back four, five, six times
But it's off with his head if he cross the line like
Step
low-key but these diamonds on me you could tell by the rocks
And I keep it on me couple bullets on me put that boy ina box
BOA, TD getting rich I know some
Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
Gotta get the whole family big rich
I can't see us struggle on the low
I can tell my mama don't think I really know
When the bills get high
That's when
down in the DM, even your stock
You gotta love it, bitches after me, hassle me by the dozen
If she can't have me, she ask do I got a brother
I'm
Hold on fuck they talking bout
Imma real rich nigga
Instead of getting all in your feelings
You can get rich with him
Im five foot eight but still
ain't Fivi' but I got that Big Drip
This ain't no race don't trip bitch
I took an L and then I got big lit
Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich, I
Ain't
Yo I'm rich, black the 6, the Lac
The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap
I'm a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker
I get ripped in the afternoon
gliss gliss gliss
Gotta a mama up in here
Dat I miss miss miss
I ain't used to have nothing
Now I'm rich rich rich
To da bently from da cutlass
Now
stones from Greece
In mouth he had like thirty plus karats
Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic
Told niggaz if he dies he want a glass casket
smoke hollow reefer
With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
It's brutal
Seeing them treat us like lower
back
I don't play that x 4
I like bitches like you
5'2" wearing light blue
The freak get high too
With a fly dude
Not a Erika Badu
you, look through to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps
and ya mamas I'm in
Phony ain't flying and i'm flying wit a couple less friends
In a benz, in a lamb, I won't rent, money spent
Won't pretend like I'm rich
staying down on this pimpin bout' these hoes
but some niggas fuck shit up for real niggas
and dat shit just makes me get so high
(Chorus) 5x
'til five.
Thank you Mister Railroad Man, I want to watch your train roll by.
Standing on the platform, smoking a big cigar,
Waitin' for some old
We just trying to do good and more
Six
Five
Who you do it for
Get high when you feeling low to get by but you knew it though
Uh knowing a nigga
Aye big crib
New bills
Everything plush
Big Cake
Real estate
Everything up
Big trips
Quick flips
Everything work
Hair did
Nails did
Everything done
New
alarm
(Damn)
The fireplace outer space with Orion's Belt
(What?)
Big jewels on myself with the tiger smell
(Huh?)
Straight out the jungle, stingray kiss
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high
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