Lyrics:
with 9
Five I'm in my prime, jive if you say I'm lying
I'm like Shaq to rap if we talking Shaq in his prime
I paint a pic with the rhymes, Barry Basquiat
been a long road this journey has made me a man, shit
I stuck to the plan, I busted a play and built me a brand, ayy
My niggas they carrying some sticks
Randy by action
You know i do it
I beat up the pot, Yeah i rock Yukon
Niggas be stupid
All in they city but they is not moving
I keep the glock on me
You
and Basquiat tees
Shit just being me is how I got these
California Poppy these is Raj trees
I'm from Cali but not by the bandanas and palm trees
Hot shells
the trending topic
I guess we catching bodies
It's another homi
I'm the safety do you read me
Yeah
Roll up a pack and take it to the face
Surrounded by the fakes
Five is keeping me alive
I can't count on one hand the times that I've tried to
Mix it up with six
You better come quick
It's all disappearing, yeah
Easy
won't slow down
Ill do it all with you
I wanna fall with you
Ill count to 10
Just tell me how it ends
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh
La, la, la
Sky fall
The world
in the back of your eyes
Well, I know you're running
Don't tell me it's nothing
Then I'm out of rope, you said, "about damn time"
"Cause you know I
arseholes
Getting out of bed at 5am to dig a bunch of stupid holes
I'm glad you stay up all night long writing all of your shitty songs
About all the greedy
I've seen at least five ambulances fly by my window today
But this morning I saw a cardinal
It was contrasting the rain
And the indents in your
Headtap bang em! He talk again rearrange em
Me and Coby in tht V ready
Know we dump more then 6
If he tryna run up on me
Best believe they won't find your
be Calling
You know that she mine
I hit from the back
I'm breaking her spine
Smoking dat gas
I'm smoking dat pine
Pop me a perc
I'm stuck like a sign
your boss
Grind a nine to five
Stay alive
Stay alive
Alive
Code in the matrix
Fizzles quicker than a Jenner facelift
Kylie
Murder him
Murder me
Yeah,
don't like no confrontations
No no, but
The boneyard belongs to us, you little scamps
Five girlfriends and only four food stamps
You can't bop like me, I
that shit ain't slowing down
Touchdown like a hoe in town
You just rolling round
Nigga I'm, I'm lifted
Want give me the box cause I'm gifted
Niggas
the kids is
On some colonizer shit
You heard me bitch
I just should dump a clip
N let it rip
And fill yo shit with lead and copper
Leave a stain on yo carpet
I'll come back sometime
But I was called by chores
Did you expect something else just because it's a song?
Did you expect something else just because
I done seen the realest of the real turn bitch
Ill die bout my respect
Before i go out like mitch
You get hit with all 30
Aint no need for a switch
That we hiding from the honesty
You'd like to see the man in me
Everything I planned to be
Didn't become what you want
So now there is a threat in me
and fifty-six if you hand me dice
See you gotta build credit to get up out the Trenches
But they ain't teach that shit in school
Guess they forgot to mention
We call it coincidence
We call it luck
We call it anything but what it is
The hand of God
Or good, activated by our own hand
When we act on behalf
be my mind, purgatory afterlife
From the ending new beginnings
Speak in codes, you catch my drift
Got that henny imma sip
Bet I buy it by the 5th
Got
I hear what you're saying to me
But I think I need some space, I can't breathe
Like a 9 to 5 we don't know how to quit
Trading all our time for
of fact, next time, I'm taking something in the air
You're going to be my lead jet, G-64
Coming through this bitch like COVID
And I'm going to smoke
Me
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