Fifth
Blowin' people's speakers shit, don't ask me for no features, bitch
Always late to class and high as hell, I had my teachers pissed
Miss me with that fake ass "hello, hi, it's nice to meet you" shit
Me and Coop and Killjoy only speak when there's a reason bitch
I come from the streets where if you see police you plead the fifth
I swear I'm a living myth, I know what this life coming with
Shit, now I can't quit
It can get hectic I have to admit
I couldn't trust you not even a bit
This for my brothers so I keep it lit
I don't know why
They lie
They lie
Why they wastin' all my time?
I been patient on my grind
I don't know why
They lie
They lie
Why they wastin' all my time?
I been patient on my grind
Tell me who saved me made it out the gutter
Livin' day to day that shit was a struggle
So now that I'm up all I can be is humble
Got me the bag and I know I can't fumble
It's subtle the way that we moving in silence
We still pulling up nigga nobody hiding
Got that Bitch drippin' VVS I'm talkin' diamonds
You say you got the dope but ain't nobody buyin'
She my bitch feed her dick when she whinin'
Got the tree for the low if you buyin'
Can't fuck with my private alliance
Got this shit down to a science
Plant the seed watch em all flock to me
Every beat imma lay it down properly
Not my peak and there's no one on top of me
Probably the reason nobody is stoppin' me
I make her walk for me
No you can't talk to me
Lately the way that I'm livin' can't talk for free
Add a couple commas to anything you gon offer me
She can't get off of me
I'm with some shooters, they off a bean
Walk in the party like "pardon me"
Ran into a Puerto Rican, she sound like she Cardi B
I got these thoughts in my head
Bout ones that used to be my friends
Talkin' like they want me dead
Same people that I fed
Cause I got they bitches wet
And I got a bigger check
Probably why they break they necks
When they see the way I flex
Why you always in your chest?
Get the money and invest
That's why I'm better than the rest
Never settlin' for less
Got my feet up on their desk
Yes I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch this been the set
Bitch I been this fresh
Killin' every sesh
I mostly keep to myself I escape to the music to speak on my problems
You lyin' to cover your issues and I guarantee that you never gon solve em
You more like some pistols or doors or fuckin' the Beatles the way you revolve em
The way that we makin' this music no wonder the mixtape it sound like an album
I was down and I came up wit a vengeance
The life that I live do not come wit a pension
You ain't my bitch please get out of my mentions
Killjoy out here making a killing
Stayed solid never switched on my crew
Got me some work so the gang got it too
Got the addy so now we on the move
I don't be trappin cuz this shit look cool
Eeper trippin' now we got him a tool
Run up in that bitch tell me what you gon do
My bitch throwing fits cuz I stay in the stu
Been addicted chasing bag full of blues
If we not talking money don't make conversation
Called up the plug and in 2 days he sent it
Fear in they eyes I got these niggas tremblin
Yeah I did time but thank god I'm no felon
I don't know why
They lie
They lie
Why they wastin' all my time?
I been patient on my grind
Always late to class and high as hell, I had my teachers pissed
Miss me with that fake ass "hello, hi, it's nice to meet you" shit
Me and Coop and Killjoy only speak when there's a reason bitch
I come from the streets where if you see police you plead the fifth
I swear I'm a living myth, I know what this life coming with
Shit, now I can't quit
It can get hectic I have to admit
I couldn't trust you not even a bit
This for my brothers so I keep it lit
I don't know why
They lie
They lie
Why they wastin' all my time?
I been patient on my grind
I don't know why
They lie
They lie
Why they wastin' all my time?
I been patient on my grind
Tell me who saved me made it out the gutter
Livin' day to day that shit was a struggle
So now that I'm up all I can be is humble
Got me the bag and I know I can't fumble
It's subtle the way that we moving in silence
We still pulling up nigga nobody hiding
Got that Bitch drippin' VVS I'm talkin' diamonds
You say you got the dope but ain't nobody buyin'
She my bitch feed her dick when she whinin'
Got the tree for the low if you buyin'
Can't fuck with my private alliance
Got this shit down to a science
Plant the seed watch em all flock to me
Every beat imma lay it down properly
Not my peak and there's no one on top of me
Probably the reason nobody is stoppin' me
I make her walk for me
No you can't talk to me
Lately the way that I'm livin' can't talk for free
Add a couple commas to anything you gon offer me
She can't get off of me
I'm with some shooters, they off a bean
Walk in the party like "pardon me"
Ran into a Puerto Rican, she sound like she Cardi B
I got these thoughts in my head
Bout ones that used to be my friends
Talkin' like they want me dead
Same people that I fed
Cause I got they bitches wet
And I got a bigger check
Probably why they break they necks
When they see the way I flex
Why you always in your chest?
Get the money and invest
That's why I'm better than the rest
Never settlin' for less
Got my feet up on their desk
Yes I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch this been the set
Bitch I been this fresh
Killin' every sesh
I mostly keep to myself I escape to the music to speak on my problems
You lyin' to cover your issues and I guarantee that you never gon solve em
You more like some pistols or doors or fuckin' the Beatles the way you revolve em
The way that we makin' this music no wonder the mixtape it sound like an album
I was down and I came up wit a vengeance
The life that I live do not come wit a pension
You ain't my bitch please get out of my mentions
Killjoy out here making a killing
Stayed solid never switched on my crew
Got me some work so the gang got it too
Got the addy so now we on the move
I don't be trappin cuz this shit look cool
Eeper trippin' now we got him a tool
Run up in that bitch tell me what you gon do
My bitch throwing fits cuz I stay in the stu
Been addicted chasing bag full of blues
If we not talking money don't make conversation
Called up the plug and in 2 days he sent it
Fear in they eyes I got these niggas tremblin
Yeah I did time but thank god I'm no felon
I don't know why
They lie
They lie
Why they wastin' all my time?
I been patient on my grind
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Maysack
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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