5 AM

[Verse 1: Black Cobain] 5 AM in this muthafucka, we still sippin Spending cheese on the women, nigga that's big pimpin Forever faded, I know Lucifer waiting Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to Vegas Who's better? Them never, Lo sweaters Motion pictures, my niggas, no extras This BOA know they loving the crew She just wanted the last, thought I wanted it too Real niggas never hate another man You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand But you forcin it and it's unfortunate They won't be reaping the benefits of new porches is Folarin said we 6 million and running So I'm just making sure my verses count for something 62 dreams, roll a date with some lean It's 5 in the morn, yea I'm on the scene [Verse 2: Black Cobain] 5 AM in this muthafucka we still sippin Sin City, my God, we still tippin Get these niggas the blues until they all crippin This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute My niggas buying time: Rolexes If XXL frontin on me I do it four X I stared death in the eyes a couple times My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes Laugh in a hater's face, tell him that he a broke nigga The devil is alive, but what's it to a cold nigga? I know I know, I do not mean to boast It's looking easy my nigga, a rap finger roll! Road to riches: who riding shotgun? Who knows my worth and gonna take the charge when the cops come? Righteously living, I know all my verses be cold I be asking myself: am I selling my soul? Huh? [Verse 3: Wale] Born thuggin' , heartless and mean-muggin You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper Forever well-off No Kenny Smith, no I'mma jet off With rhyming skills, you in amish village How simple they are We are thee lyrical CPR, some decent broads See Gods eating Philippe Chow We be like chow They be like now? We be like wow They be like damn We be like go They be like where We be like.. Down Fellatio is frequent, still I treat them decent Jamaican for the weekend, rice, peas and King fish In hindsight, I think alot of yall should try to see this From college cheatin', to bodyin' all these coliseum You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much Til the hype deceased I'll likely put all of my three’s up Bumpin' little brother feelin every word to love it This warren moon meets warren buffet I throw up numbers Double M self made we forever rich Uptown, MoCo, Prince George, represent Hit up mo hit up vic, an we rollin a swish Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch Nigga flow like a missisipi river in a pitcher That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups This shit pay my momma bills, stackin my shit for real, she say you in my belly I tell her i'm too sincere, that's a nas reference, lyrically ain't not impressive If I hear another model-bottle rhyme, im flippin My mind is like a lotto ticket yall dont get it Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit Material girls I got a fetish for ,so I got the best rapport With business hoes an college strippers D.c thats drugs come in dumb choppas With no garden I know hoes that pump water