5 PM, we stepping out the door To the kitchen, super slipping if it’s raw Dine till you shine or grind ‘Cause team hungry eat the beans up off the floor Esteem from the core, or steam from the kettle Picking petals till it’s three clovers, slip ’em in the door I let the system stay persistent, couple inches from the shore Water through my shoes, so we kick it at the porch
While the stickers in the window of the drop down Porsche But the only drop top is the bottom of my jaw Stuck in between a mountain and a fountain See the youth drown out the shouting with a verse and upward counting Hungry for the bounty cause the money equals something Sucker, fucker, motherfucker think he found me Sun setting on the county, but I’m 05, no type From a place you’ve never been, so how you gone profile?
Damn, city think I need a cosign A pity y’all ain’t digging ya boy sitting on a gold mine So Imma hope the next flight yeah yeah Go forward 6 months, 2 weeks and 1 night ‘Cause at the end of the week the sun still shine And my mind stays mine for 7 nights, I’m sweet Shit, so grab a fucking CD Hit track 3, uh, and let that motherfucker bleed Wassup