Lyrics:
7am and I've tryna sleep since 5
Up thinking bout my future while others plot my demise
I just wish i could see the world through someone else's eyes
shit going numb
Never seen Don Juan in some five hundreds but he came right out the slumbs
Ima just look for the detonator I already know that it's bomb
a broke n***a happy
Heard a lot of rich n****s say
That its not how it seems
If that's the case then
Donate all ya paper
Get a 9 to 5 take a job as a waiter
chambre c'est qu'j'savais qu'j'allais baiser
Les meufs j'aimais pas les blesser, un Dom Juan a filé car j'étais v'là l'filou
Et quand une beurette me crame
it's a throwback
Way before you niggas was rockin Rees and a divkies fit
Bitch I had my first stick plotting on my first lick
5 years later nigga Monsta
Crossfit
Pussy rapper, micro pene, o es un Monstercreaps
Yo llamo al bullshit, me dijo, "A las 5 te espero en Pacheco"
Por el barrio sin chaleco, ey
I stare out into the warm glow
Of a London sunset
On the afternoon before the apocalypse
We're all out of time
We had five years left
But it's
the same now
I put my chains on
I put my game on
I call the gang up
You just a hater
Sitting taller
5'4 but dad raised a baller
Going all out
Man I'm going
friends
Thinking about how I want bands
Bring it up from a five to a ten
Hit the stu then your crib going crazy
Back then yeah we was lit
Remember all
T is for Tanya. Tanya Tagaq (Ter)
U is Uzeb who once ruled a scene
V is the Vigne in Avril Lavigne
W is Weeknd, what he cut the dreds for
Y is for Young,
ANIMAL
I'm gonna live like a goddamed animal
For more than five million minutes I was kept in the dark
It scarred me for life, you can see I'm
Highway girl, fifteen
I needed a mother if you know what I mean
Same old life, new tires
And a five dollar struggle at the end of the line
Well I
wanna be my wifey, but girl that's unlikely
Okay
So unlikely
Makin' you my wife
You know you my side
So unlikely, so unlikely
At five P.M., she
Le 5 septembre 2000
Cher journal
Il fait insupportablement chaud. Je me fais bouffer par les moustiques et mes blessures Ne veulent même pas
Dentro lo studio racconto le troie
Amori in fuoco dentro quel microfono
Sai che io sprofondo
Non tocco il fondo
Lei vuole louis V ah
Vuole toccarmi bitcha
a dirtbag cause I smoke weed
Despite what you mighta seen on T.V.
I'm just a young boy hoping that the world slows down
And it feels that way when I blow
a lifestyle with rap, a 9 to 5 everyday and rewind it back
The vibe you get when every single rhymes in tact
When the track is pure fire and it lights your ass,
le temps presse
Ah-ah-ah, pour toi, minimum, minimum black card
Pour toi, Urus, minimum 4x4
LV, Gucci, minimum 5K
Ah-ah-ah, bébé, minimum, minimum
that I was dirty red
But I was noble like that New Jersey head
Yeah, BL bright like CL 5.50 Smooth
Nights like we sell white like, we sell kites like
Troie! aha pensa che storie
La mia ragazza mi regge a fatica
Io v-vorrei soltanto dirle che è una fica
Che quando siamo usciti la prima volta
È stato il
I cannot be her groom
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri, yeah Louis V on the shoe
Hitting licks up on the daily, I really had nothing to lose
Momma told me
abuse
y yo voy en 5 como los buses
pero no digas que te lo puse
y tú siempre me llamas
cuando estás sola
Prende y enrola que estamo a solas
y yo le
Alle wollen ab jetzt dabei sein, hast du Bars, komm mit (yeah)
Unterwegs mit mindestens fünf Mann, I got five on you (ouais, ouais)
Clans so wie
de leur tieks on a hagar, je gère le four à la Akan
Lil' bro gassed up like fizz running 'round tryna put pagans on his chings
1-5 South 2, we've
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