5 A.M. [Dirty]

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King Moe

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Yea yea you already know what time it is with me nigga
Because I had to I say look
I know something telling me to do this man
Yea haha
You only got two you only got two options in life nigga
That's to get it or to never have it nigga
You know what I'm talking about?
Aye look

It's five in the morning I'm up baking chicken
Used to stuff a quarter ounce
Of midget in an oven mitten
Now I'm up and shitting
doing it big with all pun intended
Life ain't fair I'm on this ride
To go and punch a ticket
Son ridiculous and this shit
I'm spitting eighties Cain
I was thirteen selling twenty-eights of lady jane

Broke in Travis mama crib
I hope that she don't hate me mane
I was shiesty way before Pooh
So they can't snake me mane
It's still five in the morning
And I been up tapping tables
Ran a stack up off a dub
I could've ran off with a Acre
Could've ran off in your stable
That's Ralph Lauren on a caper

I was sleeping in a Ford
But now I'm touring in Jamaica
But then I spoke up to the maker
Because I love the breeze
Forgive me for the shit I'm selling
Same color pumpkin seed
Forgive him if a nigga steal from me
Cause I punish thieves
And I keep a bomb hidden
In my bitch Dungarees

It's five in the morning tired of tapping tables
Sliding with the goons on alert
Bout to catch a caper
It's five in the morning we ain't even tired
Waking up to sex, money, murder
On the Eastside
It's five in the morning
It's five in the morning
Shorty texting what you doing
I'm Thugging but I say I'm cooling

Aye I hate to sound crazy I talk to myself
Moe get these niggas gone they calling for death
Got curry chicken on my plate
Now I'm balling like Steph
My young nigga want a body
Hard headed as hell
I'm made for it just like Lucci
They wishing me well
Toss a nigga off the boat
They wishing him well

My notepad worth a bale
It's straight off the dock
Fish bowl the Lamborghini filet off the lot
Kel-Tecs be on Tetris they spinning your block
Lord forgive them all they want for Christmas
Get rid of Moe opps
I'll sell a zone of fake strong
But ain't giving no props
Still will make a killing off of scales
And digital stock

And since we talking scales
Y'all fishing a lot
I don't know nothing about no murder
Let's mention your broad
Mention the fact that
I was thirteen nickel and dimes
Mention the fact
My music slap like a pimp when it's five

It's five in the morning tired of tapping tables
Sliding with the goons on alert
Bout to catch a caper
It's five in the morning we ain't even tired
Waking up to sex, money, murder
On the Eastside
It's five in the morning
It's five in the morning
Shorty texting what you doing
I'm Thugging but I say I'm cooling

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