5Am
5 am with a fiend He only a teen
He trap out the bando
Young nigga flippin soft he hard like
Rambo
Undies all the scene they movin miskeen
See through they camo
I don't know who to trust so fuck a rando
I just know that I can't go
Free my guys out the can though
I just know that I can't go
To the bin free Dan though
I just know that I can't go
Put in too much fuckin work
I lost real brothers and it hurt
I'm sick of fuckin RIP shirts
Smoke these drugs take the pain away
But it never stay away
I gotta win like the raiders say
Keep shooting Kobe fade away
I can never run away
I wasn't raised any other way
Streets hotter than a summer day
You'll get killed on a Mother's Day
He was tryna get her some flowers
Glock made him dance Austin powers
Wet that nigga up like a shower
They been posted for hours
My city bang what you think
Hearts cold too just like a rink
Rock Rose gold jewels so I can't Blink
Ain't tryna get killed for my gold links
5 am with a fiend He only a teen
He trap out the bando
Young nigga flippin soft he hard like
Rambo
Undies all the scene they movin miskeen
See through they camo
I don't know who to trust so fuck a rando
I just know that I can't go
Free my guys out the can though
I just know that I can't go
To the bin free Dan though
I just know that I can't go
Put in too much fuckin work
I lost real brothers and it hurt
I'm sick of fuckin RIP shirts
Broke his hand tryna run up a juug
Came right back doubled back like he suge
Right back handled that Like he should
He like that cause he straight out the hood
That's my brother that's mandem
Drink away the pain if we blam them
Tryna make a play like madden
10 bandz says toe tag him
Tryna keep the peace with no guidence
Ain't really beef if there's no violence
How you tell them stop but there's still sirens
Sons still dying momas still cryin
I would rather get caught with it then without it
Okay I said I'll rather get caught with it then without it
Okay
5 am with a fiend He only a teen
He trap out the bando
Young nigga flippin soft he hard like
Rambo
Undies all the scene they movin miskeen
See through they camo
I don't know who to trust so fuck a rando
I just know that I can't go
Free my guys out the can though
I just know that I can't go
To the bin free Dan though
I just know that I can't go
Put in too much fuckin work
I lost real brothers and it hurt
I'm sick of fuckin RIP shirts
He trap out the bando
Young nigga flippin soft he hard like
Rambo
Undies all the scene they movin miskeen
See through they camo
I don't know who to trust so fuck a rando
I just know that I can't go
Free my guys out the can though
I just know that I can't go
To the bin free Dan though
I just know that I can't go
Put in too much fuckin work
I lost real brothers and it hurt
I'm sick of fuckin RIP shirts
Smoke these drugs take the pain away
But it never stay away
I gotta win like the raiders say
Keep shooting Kobe fade away
I can never run away
I wasn't raised any other way
Streets hotter than a summer day
You'll get killed on a Mother's Day
He was tryna get her some flowers
Glock made him dance Austin powers
Wet that nigga up like a shower
They been posted for hours
My city bang what you think
Hearts cold too just like a rink
Rock Rose gold jewels so I can't Blink
Ain't tryna get killed for my gold links
5 am with a fiend He only a teen
He trap out the bando
Young nigga flippin soft he hard like
Rambo
Undies all the scene they movin miskeen
See through they camo
I don't know who to trust so fuck a rando
I just know that I can't go
Free my guys out the can though
I just know that I can't go
To the bin free Dan though
I just know that I can't go
Put in too much fuckin work
I lost real brothers and it hurt
I'm sick of fuckin RIP shirts
Broke his hand tryna run up a juug
Came right back doubled back like he suge
Right back handled that Like he should
He like that cause he straight out the hood
That's my brother that's mandem
Drink away the pain if we blam them
Tryna make a play like madden
10 bandz says toe tag him
Tryna keep the peace with no guidence
Ain't really beef if there's no violence
How you tell them stop but there's still sirens
Sons still dying momas still cryin
I would rather get caught with it then without it
Okay I said I'll rather get caught with it then without it
Okay
5 am with a fiend He only a teen
He trap out the bando
Young nigga flippin soft he hard like
Rambo
Undies all the scene they movin miskeen
See through they camo
I don't know who to trust so fuck a rando
I just know that I can't go
Free my guys out the can though
I just know that I can't go
To the bin free Dan though
I just know that I can't go
Put in too much fuckin work
I lost real brothers and it hurt
I'm sick of fuckin RIP shirts
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Writer(s): Jaiden Mortley
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