"5 IN THE MORNIN'" lyrics
5 in—, 5—5—5 in the—
5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke
5—5—5 bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome, dome
Up at 5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke, yeah
Five bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
Think you blind, need to focus, bitch, where the fuck you goin'
I'm the blue strip getter, beast of burden, rolling stones
5—5—5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke, yeah
Five bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
Think you blind, need to focus, bitch, where the fuck you goin'
I'm the blue strip getter, beast of burden, rolling stones
I'm the blue strip getter, bitch, popping that Beretta
Heard he talkin' mad, I took his bitch and now he got vendettas
And like I do it better, uh, I can't understand it
Hide behind your animations, bitch, you need it to get famous
Get it goin' (Uh), look into the mirror of your soul
From the west side, baby, where the grass will never grow (Uh)
I plead the fifth, police knockin' at the crib
Put your soul in the sky, like a crow in this bitch
I don't know where to go to be found
I've been lost in the money, bet my mom would be proud
I don't need it, you can keep your three thousand
100K a month, I know the child in me smilin', but, uh
But I know winnin' just a mile away
Everyone I know they hate my sound
And every time I make a million and find another whip to shop and buy
Ain't nobody tryna be you, I make double what you try to make
I know the drugs make me feel like Heaven
But it put me in a place down low
I don't wanna waste your time, I get it
I'll push it to the side, I ain't trippin', I'll go
Truthfully he'll probably lie to ya
Everybody wanna be me, why you tryin'?
Bullets greened the tip like Banner, let that metal flyin'
Off a jet and got to steppin' like I'm tired of fuckin' flyin', I'm up at
Up at 5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke, yeah
Five bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
Think you blind, need to focus, bitch, where the fuck you goin'
I'm the blue strip getter, beast of burden, rolling stones
5—5—5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke, yeah
Five bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
Think you blind, need to focus, bitch, where the fuck you goin'
I'm the blue strip getter, beast of burden, rolling stones
5 in—, 5—5—5 in the mornin', uh
5 in the—, 5—5—5 in the mornin', uh
5 in—, 5—5—5— smoking till I choke, yeah
5—5—5 bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke
5—5—5 bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome, dome
Up at 5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke, yeah
Five bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
Think you blind, need to focus, bitch, where the fuck you goin'
I'm the blue strip getter, beast of burden, rolling stones
5—5—5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke, yeah
Five bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
Think you blind, need to focus, bitch, where the fuck you goin'
I'm the blue strip getter, beast of burden, rolling stones
I'm the blue strip getter, bitch, popping that Beretta
Heard he talkin' mad, I took his bitch and now he got vendettas
And like I do it better, uh, I can't understand it
Hide behind your animations, bitch, you need it to get famous
Get it goin' (Uh), look into the mirror of your soul
From the west side, baby, where the grass will never grow (Uh)
I plead the fifth, police knockin' at the crib
Put your soul in the sky, like a crow in this bitch
I don't know where to go to be found
I've been lost in the money, bet my mom would be proud
I don't need it, you can keep your three thousand
100K a month, I know the child in me smilin', but, uh
But I know winnin' just a mile away
Everyone I know they hate my sound
And every time I make a million and find another whip to shop and buy
Ain't nobody tryna be you, I make double what you try to make
I know the drugs make me feel like Heaven
But it put me in a place down low
I don't wanna waste your time, I get it
I'll push it to the side, I ain't trippin', I'll go
Truthfully he'll probably lie to ya
Everybody wanna be me, why you tryin'?
Bullets greened the tip like Banner, let that metal flyin'
Off a jet and got to steppin' like I'm tired of fuckin' flyin', I'm up at
Up at 5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke, yeah
Five bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
Think you blind, need to focus, bitch, where the fuck you goin'
I'm the blue strip getter, beast of burden, rolling stones
5—5—5 in the mornin', uh, smoke until I choke, yeah
Five bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
Think you blind, need to focus, bitch, where the fuck you goin'
I'm the blue strip getter, beast of burden, rolling stones
5 in—, 5—5—5 in the mornin', uh
5 in the—, 5—5—5 in the mornin', uh
5 in—, 5—5—5— smoking till I choke, yeah
5—5—5 bullets left, I put that .9 to your dome
