5 Years (feat. J A K E)

Yeah Already proved myself, not worried about who's my equal Far from self injection, but I moved the needle ESPN better get those highlights right Perform better when the lights shine bright Lean your face against the paint Riding in the whip with the homies on some mad city shit Ain't no stopping me, even if you standing on my grave I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's Yeah The GOAT, a legend, a god amongst men Greatest producer alive, number one out of ten This beat that you're hearing is a primary example Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying about a sample I'd rather be loved by legends with careers that really last Than accepted by some weirdo on YouTube with a podcast But, they hated Jesus, homie I ain't comparing, I'm just reasoning, my homie I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen and choke you with them I'm sicker than Venom, I feel like Big L in '97 It's God level, the rebel nobody could rebel I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fucking pebble Now, I think I'm a good father figure because I was sonning artists before a father figure, Go figure You no kind of threat, you should've worn a dress Wu-Tang protect your neck Make my best music in mania, that means I only work in mania If you in my proximity, I'm gonna murder your album's release date All of them praying I retire What I got in my notes app could feed my family through the fire They say a musician only get five years, I'm gonna double that Tiger woods, I'm the best at what I do They'll never understand, we are not the same, how could they understand Mind too active, can't sit still I kinda feel like I took a limitless pill Fuck Yeah You mad as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it Hell is hot, and we can make your residency permanent Several shots, they tying up your body with a tourniquet Let him rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is I'm going super saiyan just to represent the family, man I'm not the discrete type, but my vocals quite right I'm still spitting raps like it's open mic night The revolution won't be televised, they telling lies They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a well that's dry Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined Your boy reach his goals like D-Rose with the left hand When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson Question, how you woke but you slept in Treading on your artists like Midas for over five years Without changing tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage It's in rare condition, peep the diction Pen bleed all over the pulp, no fiction My description of how I write lyrics is off the wall, no egyptian Flowing in code, peep the encryption Yeah, five years driven in the game with the brights on Five years, I murdered your ears when the beat's on Five years, hit after hit, I got the sights on Five years in the industry, I keep the lights on