5:32

(FMG you already know how we rocking)

(Yeah)

(Alright, alright)

(Check me out)

(Real talk we them niggas man)

(I ain't gonna say that shit again though)

(Uh)

It's five thirty two on the dot,
And this rap shit ain't gonna stop
Til we reach the fucking top

I found a chick to fill the slot
So i'm done with you thots

All niggas want is act and a glock,
So they gone post for the cops
Niggas bitches in KC

I gotta keep it on me,
Cause I don't want my mamma
See me six feet deep

I told my grandma imma
Stay out the streets
She made sure I had food and
a place to sleep

Daddy gone see my uncle
Slanging and banging

I'm a student of the game
Studying all these things
Yeah I gotta keep my thing

I said this bitch gone sing
To the lord if i make it rain

Yeah
Yeah

I grew up a bastard in these streets
When i'm on grandma living stress free

All bills paid on me
I gotta snap on this beat
Chasing after bucks,
Cause last week I was beat

All we had was a little three five
And some candy to eat
Wasn't no we just me and JP

Riding around with a ruger
Boy don't make us do you

Riding around with some shooters
Boy don't make us do you

Yeah

I said the swat gone have to pop me
when that AK get to spittin properly

I know my opps is steady
Watching me

Moms knew once i got of age
She couldn't watch me

So I was on the block
Posted with a glock

A couple rocks
Off in my socks

Yo bitch on my jock
I never had a pops
Just a couple shells cases
In a box

Fuck you thots
I ain't mad at em
Free my pops

Rocking with the older guys
Cracking pops

Yeah I got this double cup
So you know I got that drop

And yo mans almost cuffed that thot
She was only good for the top

Red beam towards the top
My shooters keep them glocks

And he shooting for yo top
Big rubber band lil nigga keep
A knot

And a nigga hungry so
Imma scrape it out the pot

Keep going don't stop
Keep going don't stop

Keep going don't stop

Hold on baby
Hold on hold on

Keep going don't stop

Keep going don't stop

(Aye)

(Tree on this motherfucker man)