5 A.M

Yeah
I am the streets nigga
Me
I am nigga
5 in the morning I'm up working
Everybody want the sauce where y'all when I was hurting
Stacked a M doing scams and I played that shit perfect
Niggas dissin in them songs they gone die to me it's worth it
I ain't letting nigga breathe I keep stepping on the necks
I get mad every time I hear them niggas say im next
Yeah this rap shit new but in the streets ima vet
I heard he ran outta town I pulled his card out the deck
It get spooky when we shooting I ain't lying We don't miss
The presi up 25 it's 85 on my wrist
If we talking about Za's it's 85 for the zip
We done moved so many pounds man the plug got us ripped
I done served so many fiends that I feel like a crack baby
My momma was a nurse she put me out cuz ima trap baby
It just made it through the mail to K Y it's wrapped crazy
Slimed him out for my brother he'll yeah I'm that shady
I'm the trapper of the year not no money bag yo
I don't need to sign a deal bitch I'm still having dough
I heard my opp in the feds he coming home getting smoke
Watching me and not yo bitch you better worry bout yo hoe
Shut the fuck up
5 in the morning I'm up working
Everybody want the sauce where y'all when I was hurting
Stacked a M doing scams and I played that shit perfect
Niggas dissin in them songs they gone die to me it's worth it
I ain't letting nigga breathe I keep stepping on the necks
I get mad every time I hear them niggas say im next
Yeah this rap shit new but in the streets ima vet
I heard he ran outta town I pulled his card out the deck
Pussy



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Writer(s): Crud Chapo
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