cinco (feat. MIDKNXGHT, Eazy, Leaks, Quincy VSN)

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Eliggah

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I know some niggas that's following trends
We pull up with niggas that came from the ends
We swinging those blades cause we aim for your neck
We don't f*ck with rats, we don't talk to feds
We stack up our bread, we after the cheese
The flows be sickly, I swear we diseased
We got some bad bitches that swallow the team
We kick them hoes out so they back on the streets
Rocking designer, that Jun Takahashi
Fly undercover while sippin' that sake
Need my shit ASAP, start swingin' like Rocky
That bitch called me Joe, cause I'm doin' hoes sloppy
You moving too shady, I won't even trip
You chasing a bag that I'm tryna flip
I'll never be sharing the dip for the chips
We chasin' the bread 'til all of us rich
Uh, I want the crown, I want the head that is wearin' it now
I want my kush delivered by the pound
I want my guap in offshore accounts
I want a trail of bodies at my throne
I want blood splattered all on my VLONE's
I want an empress when I'm alone
I want a press kit at all my shows
I need it all, lot on my plate and I'm eating it all
Whores on their knees and they eatin' it raw
I need an Isis to buy gifts with
I need devices on my wrist bitch
I need to cash out on my tickets
I need a reason just to risk it, I need a shot
I need a plot, I need the dot
I needed God when life was on the rocks
And my moms and my pops wasn't helping with nothing
I needed rhymes when I was off the rocks
And my dawgs and these thots started helping me puff it
Now y'all need God to stop me when I'm on one
Couldn't be me getting guap up from Thompsons
Know some machete holders, rip out tonsils
Young guns holdin' straps like utensils
Young king with a pad and a pencil
Young god with my hand on your mental
Prodigy, know my mind is my temple
Shook ones standin' behind a weapon
Give it all just to rewind some seconds
'Fore the times they was snatchin' yo necklace
Get overzealous over your lettuce
We leavin' you breathless, pockets anorexic
Eazy the shit
Eazy been breaking trends since a kid
Eazy move continents and not the bricks
Samurai shit, chop it up with your bitch
Yeah, medusa my genes
See me and then freeze
Real fucking life, never the schemes
Leaks clip 'em twice, bet he don't breathe
Wake 'em up dead, he's thinks it a dream
Or a delusion, watch your step, you might jump to conclusions
Thought I loved you? Man
Bitch is you stupid? Ha
The question rhetorical
Sight of an oracle
There's no comparison
Shit is embarrassing, yeah
Ignoring you lames
Your bitch hold my vine while she feedin' me grapes
Camo all over, she lovin' my bape
We runnin' the shit that the government ain't
But lemme just chill and relax
Before I spaz out and relapse
Back to the old me
Dominate the game like Wallace in '03
Air is thin up here, I'm catchin a nose bleed,
Put on a jacket, the city's a cold scene
Makin' the call that be settin' your soul free
Niggas know me as 007
Jesus don't let me send niggas to heaven
Have your momma shedding tears to the reverend
As a youngin' on the block I was sellin'
Fourteen, walking 'round with a Wesson
Try and rob me, I will teach you a lesson
Going back to back like 9/11
Side bag still ain't empty, don't ask me no questions
Me and Eliggah got Oni and Kira
But me and ZZ just purchased a new heater
I wanna buy mansions with cars and home theaters
I used to re rock but now I whip it sweeter
On the block, east and west, where I'm sellin'
Send me the addy, I'll be there in seven
Give you eleven shots from the glock fifteen
Its nickname is Kevin
I'm running it up, I got all the bands
Soon to have millions tucked in the back
The bitch hit me up, said don't tell her man
You niggas are tripping, you're stuck in the past
We hop in the studio, then the G class
F*ck where you're headed, it's not in my plans
She's moving like denim, she's all in my pants, yeah
But f*ck what you niggas are talking
Niggas don't want it, I keep it a hundred
Stretching my pocket, why are you watching
Like time isn't tocking, this money been talking
Conversations with Benjamin
All this shit, I can't handle it
Young nigga, a champion,
Lately, I ain't really havin' it, yeah
Got your bitch on the mattress
Got 3 hoes, that's a hat trick
They flexible like gymnastics
Got a bad bitch doing backflips
Moving just like a savage
I'm causing all of this havoc
Turning this into a habit
I have been breaking it down
Sending it out, I'm comin' up now
I move unannounced, I come and astound
We runnin' it now
Don't act like you know who I was
Way before all of the buzz, you're not one of us
This money I trust
That's why I been making it flip, this life is a trip
I'm back on my shit

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