Fab 5 (feat. Marcus, RareGem Arie, Simply Shepp & Ho11ow)

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Jacob the Prophet

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(Yeah)
(Aye, o, aye, o, aye, o, aye, o, aye, o, aye, ok)
Distrokid distributing the music, you 18, but not a adult
You suck, but it ain't my fault
Yo albums and EP's ain't no where touching on my vault
Niggas snitching for a lighter sentence just to walk
Niggas talking just to talk
425 Days 'til I'm 28 and armed
I ain't talking Marshall Faulk
Be in Atlanta, but not for the Hawks
Got a few guns, they not for the caulk
Got a new bitch, when I got a new bitch
Just incase I get bored, then one of 'em chalked
Got a custo, he buy by the bulk
Torturing artists, I'm charged wit' assault
Done sticking my hands out and giving hand outs
If you down, then it ain't my fault
Do it 'til niggas can't breathe
Y'all should be hip to the sauce by now
Moving 'til I'm pulling strings
Running it, calling them shots like
You don't not want it, I promise it's nothing
No love for your baggage, just bag it and truck it
5 And we fabulous, killed another classic
Webber how I crash boards, they mad so I laugh more
Cruel and maleficent, said I'm brutal and menacing
How I move it so different and outside is the crew
Future of this shit, said we 5 of the few
Stepped in to ascend, so that's 5 over you
Tapped in to the end 'cause that's just what we do
No trend can't amend 'cause we keep it so true
Big facts how I spazz, need a hazmat
Cover me wit' plastic, yup, I need all dat
I woke this morning, then counted my blessings
Then went and got faded, the daily routine
One of a few, but the few ain't the same
Shit I tried to explain we got different degrees
She keep on asking me when I'll get famous
Like, "Shit I don't know", that ain't part of my dreams
I know that the fruit is forbidden
But pass me that apple 'cause f*ck it, I'm tryna hit Eve
Couple new things on my hit list
I'm back on my bullshit, too unpredictive
Shit scripted or written, please dumb the description
She ask why I'm like this, I'm like it's tradition
Position too high to see eye to eye
Hearing me rap is like breathing in cyanide
Signs to that I feel might define that my cadence is breathless
No guessing, I'm really the one without question
They know my reputation
So when I start spitting there's an expectation
Getting right to it with no hesitation
Living fast hope that my mom still praying for me
Fucking waiting to see
I'ma take it and leave, yeah I'm on to the next
Took 'em on a rollercoaster ride now it's on to the next
Dropped on 42 and they Dugg, get the boys is up to something
To put it Simply I'm with a Prophet and an MC doing big things
Keep on dropping, got classics queued up
Yeah, been had hoes, now I'm booed up
Got a bad bitch right beside me
No chains on yet I'm still shining
This shit makes me feel alive
It's time that I stop with this 9 to 5ing, so
Just give me a beat and leave me be
I'ma leave it deceased
Life comes with no guarantees so I get it in the present day
I'm just glad that I saw it in a better way
Then I stuck to the code, we do this for real, we don't do this for show, yeah
We ain't come from nothing, naw
We just doing the most
Pull up in the trap with a pack of adlibs
No atlas, same roads, same passion
Stuck in old ways, dressed in brand new fashion
Same faction, found my lane, I ain't passing
Back to the basket, back from the ashes
Give me 6 feet, bring me back from the casket
Stop gassing, no match for these classics
Stay snapping, stay mad, stay spazzing
Smoking on gas so I hope don't crash it
Eyes low ride slow when I'm sliding in traffic
So tragic how you mad that I made it with some cash tips
Snapping some flicks that don't even need captions
2 Chains each day 'cause I ain't never had shit
But I got it now, little bitch

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