Lyrics:
Live at five and CNN
Keep us all abreast
Of breaking stories that can tend
To make us anxious and depressed
Problems with no answers
Hang on like
up on the flight
Couldn't watch the time fly by
Turning to a king
I was a prince like cyhi
Bet the music slap every time we ride By
Dawg I'm on the 5
BMFBG nigga
ATL Jacob
Yeah
Skrrt, skrrt
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Shout out to the opps, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Motherfuck the cops, run up all
the second coming
Display a rhyme so stunning
We keep it running, and give a shout out to London
And keep it all, and still perform till the early morn'
jazzy boy
Black suit with my coudory
Looking for my quarters
You give 2 cents, like a banker boy
Really tapped in, tapped out
Tats on me, like ima ghetto
It's about six pm in Miami, my city where it all started
Shout out to all the ones that inspired me, shout out to myself for believing in me
But I
the mystery God and murk you
Burry you mother fuckers in the ce-ment
Miss a post of that nigga in the pre-cent
Should of known my niggas don't play with
Santan from the V-V x AJ
Mad mystic with the pen like J.K
True say, I ain't really a drinker
But I got love for brandy like Ray J
Champagne
H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
Im talkin shit they didn't like
Ridin marble
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
Buu
CR7 just shout out siiuuu
What is wrong with you
I said I fucking love you too
Burning through my heart and soul
Is my love too much for you
pack 'em in the aisles
Damnable
Will they all walk out?
This is damnable
André, please don't shout
It's publicity, and the take is vast
Free
hustling look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game
Shout it Ride fly, 20 birds on that thing
I say shout it
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
Uh, I woulda been dropping out days
Man I can't even think clearly
way Out my lane
So bang out bang out
Bang out bang out
If ya know the words then let me here you shout
When we bang we do it right
We do it like we can
a hooptie and I went and got a Beamer
Pull up in a boat, Titanic La Marina
Shout out to young gunner, spend a hundred on my timer
Looking through the smoke
In myself I'm invested fuck the rest
Don't be comin reckless
Boy you will get wrecked
First thing on my checklist
Go run up a check yeah
Shout out
Cent, I'll whoop your head with the tool
You better not ever get this shit confused
I robbed the shit out Slick
Rick for his jewels
And rocked them
Somebody's gotta help me get out tonight
I'm tired but not laying down
Cuz they're probably gunning for me, just outta my sight
Waiting there for me
trynna fly this nine to five get me by
But won't get me to Dubai but still I keep my head high
Work on my career
I'ma get out of here
Quit and curse out my
you becoming a
None of potnas jerry
So if Tom get em Ima keep the money in commissary
Went in in December
Des'll get em out by February
Need be
, everybody running out
Hearing people scream and shout ("OH MY GOD HE'S GOT A GUN!!")
'Cause they run their mouth,
they throwing this tongue about like
(Say what? Say what?) I'm a bad, bad man
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and The Pips
The Five
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