5 Lives
Said you love me, then put it on God, yeah
Remember when I had more followers than I had money (Yeah, yeah)
Remember these bitches tried to clown me, now they really want me
(Said you love me, she put it on God)
Remember I was feeling so stuck, yeah, I couldn't decide
(I couldn't decide, I couldn't decide)
And honestly that shit happened too many damn times
(Woah woah, woah woah)
Remember arguing over that shit like every damn night
(Like every damn night, every damn night)
I been through that shit, feel like I already lived bout' 5 lives
And these niggas still want beef, this ain't Five Guys
And I'm sparking up on that spinach like I'm Popeye
My cup bloody like I cut my lip on some
She asked what's that, can I sip on some
These niggas on my page copy the drip or sum
These bitches in my requests want the tip or sum
And my brother going through it, yeah, he seeing faces
(Yeah, he seeing visions)
And my uncle going through it, yeah, he catching cases
(Yeah, he catching cases)
And my cousin going through it, just lost his pops
(He just lost his pops, yeah, he just lost his pops)
And my day one on the drugs, no he can't stop
(No he can't stop, no, no)
And this Margiela on me, yeah, nigga cost a lot
(Yeah it cost a lot, yeah it cost a lot)
And it's Vivienne on me, yeah, you know it cost a lot
(It really cost a lot)
But I'd trade it all in and that's on God (That's on God)
But I'd trade it all in and that's on God (That's on God)
Remember when I had more followers than I had money (Yeah, yeah)
Remember these bitches tried to clown me, now they really want me
(Said you love me, she put it on God)
Remember I was feeling so stuck, yeah, I couldn't decide
(I couldn't decide, I couldn't decide)
And honestly that shit happened too many damn times
(Woah woah, woah woah)
Remember arguing over that shit like every damn night
(Like every damn night, every damn night)
I been through that shit, feel like I already lived bout' 5 lives
And these niggas still want beef, this ain't Five Guys
And I'm sparking up on that spinach like I'm Popeye
My cup bloody like I cut my lip on some
She asked what's that, can I sip on some
These niggas on my page copy the drip or sum
These bitches in my requests want the tip or sum
And my brother going through it, yeah, he seeing faces
(Yeah, he seeing visions)
And my uncle going through it, yeah, he catching cases
(Yeah, he catching cases)
And my cousin going through it, just lost his pops
(He just lost his pops, yeah, he just lost his pops)
And my day one on the drugs, no he can't stop
(No he can't stop, no, no)
And this Margiela on me, yeah, nigga cost a lot
(Yeah it cost a lot, yeah it cost a lot)
And it's Vivienne on me, yeah, you know it cost a lot
(It really cost a lot)
But I'd trade it all in and that's on God (That's on God)
But I'd trade it all in and that's on God (That's on God)
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Writer(s): Joshua Cunningham
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