The 5 Year Theory

We exclusively in the studio

My nigga Casey Veggies, my nigga Roccett

My nigga Tech on the boards

My nigga Archie Davis

Westside, OPM, Other People's Money

Uh

Verse 1: DOM K

I seen a new Porsche today, I'mma get my mom that

Black on black Vans for real, like I'm in combat

I get the same type of girls.. that LeBron snatch

'cept it ain't no guarantees in my contract

True enough... fuck you, I been through enough

Told 'em it was Other People Money, then I threw it up

Makes sense

Sometimes shoppin' is a day spent

I might be off coppin' 'fore I pay rent

Might be on Compton, get my whip washed

Just so I can see her

Just so I can see her do her lip gloss on it

Man, this sound like I shoulda put Rick Ro$$ on it

Niggas buyin' Rolexes with the tick tock on it

Oh, that's what time it is

I'ma let y'all handle minor biz

I must be where you always tried to get

Cuz when I came up, niggas feelings came out

The cars pulled up, and the ceilings came out

The ladies came through and they titties pushed up

And just when she was ready to leave? I pushed up

And told her "hey baby, I'm crazy, but I drive a 650

I'll drive to Vegas if you dip with me

Let's shoot a video in the desert"

She said "you already did that"

I laughed was like "oh shit, how I forget that?"

Make a QuikStop at the store, get some ZigZags

Cold ass bottle of water and some Tic-Tacs

My niggas buyin' 6 packs, not Kit-Kats

Where your homegirl live at? tryna hit that

I had two bottles of Veuv', don't wanna chit chat

This is a world premiere, don't wan' miss that

Didn't have me in yo top 10? still get math

Niggas ain't figured it out? real shit lasts

I could stop rappin' tomorrow and still get ass

Like back high school, in the mornin', we used to skip class

Told her "ooh girl you fine, wit yo thick ass"

Yeah

I said I told her "ooh girl you fine, wit yo thick ass"

Aye

Verse 2: DOM K

I love to watch her when she backin' up

That ass remind me of the baddest truck

A nigga probably took her out once, uh huh, that's wassup

I'll have her at the house, cookin' for me, packin' lunch

My phone never stop ringin', I get faxed a bunch

Niggas playin' video games, yellin' "pass the blunt"

I be in the studio writin', payin' taxes suck

Niggas lettin' bullshit slide, come on, that's enough

Play wit my money? and die, that's some tragic stuff

Grew up on Laker games, I fuck with Rambis tough

Did a show out in Boston, they think Magic sucks

Niggas do spend that money, I be stackin' up

Told her "you could bring your girl, y'all just lappin' up"

Seems like I went from....just pickin' rappin' up

To everybody new favorite rapper like fast as fuck

I'm not the type that's gon' ask for much

I'm not the type that's gon'

Uh uh

Just what's owed to me

A lil' Patron, feel me?

Some bitches that's gon' feel me, some niggas that won't kill me

Niggas is grown feel me, I really don't pop pilly's

I listen to Bob Marley, the wisdom that God give me

Tryna go platinum, just hopin' that y'all hear me

I really don't play ball, but niggas could ball feel me

Uh, ha

Like 50 Cent on y'all niggas

I never heard a fly verse on shit from y'all niggas

So I don't never wanna hear shit from y'all niggas

Man I can't even walk thru the fuckin' mall with her

Uh uh

Cuz she fine with her thick ass

I can pick you up anywhere except 10th Ave

Haha

You need me, not Slimfast

Keep a Dom Kennedy shirt in yo' gym bag

Aye

Girl you fine with yo thick ass

Girl you fine