Make me wait here forever to see the back of your hair trying not to get to close to you But if I ever walk through that dark lit room without you if
gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other
clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
cloud That got people under the impression they can act wild Workin around though, see if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo Five minutes flat the
Five minutes flat the whole town though Lot is assumin' a niggas salary More lies than truth definitely more rumors than reality Only way you beatin' a body is a technicality Other
' Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin' A cop light runner, they wanna but can't find him Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island Took the whip to the other
it real through the drama We still brothers now We've done forty-five drives Forty-five hour flights Forty-five days a week Forty-five minutes a night Add another forty-five
we go: Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five
[Saigon:] Young Felicia was only four when she learned how to ride a bike Now she fourteen ridin' every Tom, Dick, and Mike I tell her "that ain't nice
, Call it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown, Some fools lay it down, then act a clown, Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
don't you dare laugh This another story about the wrong path I had a big day, so I reclined my seat It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T Walked straight
my especiallies, yeah This is especially for you Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you Swallow you slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols 'Cuz the fakest niggaz ride
we was? Temperatures might rise Before everybody feel the fire from the five's I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And separate them by five
where you goin'? Boo I'm checkin' my traps Y'all niggas done shitted and stepped back in it I'll fuck a nigga up all I need is five minutes Swift, and
, you could come and top this I wonder who goin do my beats, Fresh rock shit Give him five or ten minutes, he goin drop a hot hit Fuck that other nigga
Other than that I'm driving 'em off in the mail for me Nigga hit me on my hip Back to back Gotta make a St. Rose run Cause lil' one say he got five stacks
got twenty inches on his ride 'Lil one got two chrome four fives 'Lil one don't give a fuck if he die or not 'Lil one said to Jumball he gonna ride on
brink of divinity, defying gravity Reachin' for infinity Can he be incarcerated by the limits? Stuck, they can't function Caught up in the scrimmage This game called life only lasts minutes
