5 In The Morning by Birdman
(Intro)
Yea
This 5 in the morning
Blowin up the pond
You sleepin
I�m atin, uh
Chyea, ouchea getting it
Dream away young nigga
Lost in this life water
Might put this work in
Deep blue sea
(Verse)
No matter what I try to do, I can�t do right
The other day I jacked a hot pickle and fruit stripes
Then me and my niggas stole 2 bikes
Then we went on like 2 flights, no plane
I�m talking �bout the night hustle
Me, myself I flex my muscle
I ain�t really tryina tussle
See that thing will prolly bust you, brat!
And I know the cops tryina bug you
I hope your shit ain�t tapped nigga
And I hope you ain�t wearing a wire
Pour some water on him, electrify him, set him on fire
If a nigga playing with me and my people
See we don�t play tho
Niggas think that this just a game
It ain�t no play tho, but I mold you, scold you
Fold you like clothes dust
Straight out of the drier, then puff some trees to get higher
Shit, niggas know they Carey like Mariah
Kids that ain�t theirs on they taxes
Shit, y�all niggas acting like actress
Y�all don�t know Beatrice, that�s my uncle from the city nigga
B32 too nigga
You understand? Do your history, your research
Fuck around and they gonn prolly have to call a reaper
Your face on the t shirt, now you restin in peace boy
Playing around with us, this shit could get hot like grease boy
Fly over the greece boy, money get increase boy
Get it straight like the criss boy
Pullin up in like retards
Get under your skin like a keylord
The only alphabets we cool with is the d boys, and deep boys
You ain�t the man nigga, you�s a decoy
Yous� a lookout, you eating off of them
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