"520 in the Morning FREESTYLE" lyrics
(feat. Don Trip)
Paintin' pictures with words, I rap portraits
The rabbit coming in last, I'm moving fast as a tortoise
Turbocharged my hustle to Hellcats and Porsches
And if we real friends, ain't gotta ask to support it
It's the principle, gotta respect it like Zack Morris
Pull a lot of strings like B-Hen's black Forces
All we knew was survival, wasn't no crash course
We just had to act like we had choices
5:20 in the morning, outside on the corner
They say I'm nonchalant, I can't go without, so I'm going in
Jeff Teague of this rap shit, I was really there
Yeah, but the question is did I care?
Plausible deniability, I cherish being unaware
We living in the era where telling ain't even rare
Beefing on the 'net, do it for the 'Gram
I'm in it for the cho, I need a few more rubber bands
I'm in this motherfucker rapping like I blew another advance
Every quarter, bust down at least two hundred with the fam (Yeah)
Vet minimum, I'm tryna collect ten of 'em
Ran off on the plug, I bet he regret sendin' 'em (Bitch-ass nigga)
Alright
My clocks don't work worth shit, I ain't never on time
You got demons in your closet, I got weapons in mine
I buy the same guns repeatedly in different designs
I'm a boss, you in trouble if I ever resign
You ain't fucking with me and you ain't fucking with mine
Here's another deposit, what a lovely surprise
Word to my brothers, I'ma go get us supper
So used to serving hand-to-hand, buddy, you'd think I juggle
Don't worry 'bout my slice, I go nowhere without my cutter
My wife told me take my AK out the bed so we can cuddle
Sorry, I got issues, I've been seeking help
Baby, I'm such a rider, I oughta get CDLs
Step Brothers for life, then the afterlife and, shit, after that
Thinkin' shit sweet, I get it poppin' like a Cracker Jack
Money on my line, nah, nah, it ain't a prank call
I die, bury me inside a bank vault, long live Pif
So, when you say psychosomatic, you mean like
He can start a fire with his thoughts?
No, not at all, it means it's all in his mind
The rabbit coming in last, I'm moving fast as a tortoise
Turbocharged my hustle to Hellcats and Porsches
And if we real friends, ain't gotta ask to support it
It's the principle, gotta respect it like Zack Morris
Pull a lot of strings like B-Hen's black Forces
All we knew was survival, wasn't no crash course
We just had to act like we had choices
5:20 in the morning, outside on the corner
They say I'm nonchalant, I can't go without, so I'm going in
Jeff Teague of this rap shit, I was really there
Yeah, but the question is did I care?
Plausible deniability, I cherish being unaware
We living in the era where telling ain't even rare
Beefing on the 'net, do it for the 'Gram
I'm in it for the cho, I need a few more rubber bands
I'm in this motherfucker rapping like I blew another advance
Every quarter, bust down at least two hundred with the fam (Yeah)
Vet minimum, I'm tryna collect ten of 'em
Ran off on the plug, I bet he regret sendin' 'em (Bitch-ass nigga)
Alright
My clocks don't work worth shit, I ain't never on time
You got demons in your closet, I got weapons in mine
I buy the same guns repeatedly in different designs
I'm a boss, you in trouble if I ever resign
You ain't fucking with me and you ain't fucking with mine
Here's another deposit, what a lovely surprise
Word to my brothers, I'ma go get us supper
So used to serving hand-to-hand, buddy, you'd think I juggle
Don't worry 'bout my slice, I go nowhere without my cutter
My wife told me take my AK out the bed so we can cuddle
Sorry, I got issues, I've been seeking help
Baby, I'm such a rider, I oughta get CDLs
Step Brothers for life, then the afterlife and, shit, after that
Thinkin' shit sweet, I get it poppin' like a Cracker Jack
Money on my line, nah, nah, it ain't a prank call
I die, bury me inside a bank vault, long live Pif
So, when you say psychosomatic, you mean like
He can start a fire with his thoughts?
No, not at all, it means it's all in his mind
