F.I.V.E.

[Intro: Skit]

Prosecutor: Sir, is it true you were a crack cocaine dealer for seven years?

Defendant: I-I plead the fifth

Prosecutor: Exactly how much money did you earn in your time as a crack cocaine dealer?

Defendant: Fifth, five. One, two, three, four, Fifth

[Verse 1: The Game]

Joggin' my memory, the Documentary

Killed that in a drop top, John Kennedy

Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me

The old me ain't got shit on where I'm finna be

Nigga, I'm finna be still reppin' the letter B

What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me?

Would I be starvin' or studyin' in Harvard?

Or would I be a dog of another fuckin' pedigree?

Take away me, take away the su-woo

Take away the Gang Starr like hip-hop did Guru

Pull up in that new coupe, take away your girl, run her choo-choo

Then put it on WorldStar or YouTube

Yo, Tune', what it do?

Got some bitches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through

I'm Kobe rings, nigga, who the fuck is you?

Not the nigga with five bitches sittin' in the coupe

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Five

Got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson

Five

I'm ballin', yeah, I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5

For as long as I live, I will rep the five

Like MJ in game five, oh-woah

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I got five on it

Five sho', Young Tune' in this bitch, fuck 5-0

Nickel plated .45 if I have an issue

Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels, ha

I'm a G, do somethin' 'bout it

You ain't half of me, you ain't five hundred dollars, nigga

And my redbone 5'5"

No hand slapped, but I'm high five

Yeah, get with the game or play the sideline

I dream to get the cover of High Times

Now take five paces

And try to guess the color of my shoelaces, red, bitch

Yeah, I'm on my high horse

Now the sky mad at me 'cause I stole five stars

Got some freaks in the livin' room gettin' it on

And they ain't leavin' 'til five in the morn'

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne]

Five (I got, haha)

Got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson (Yeah, Young Tunechi, feelin' like the Jackson Five)

Five

I'm ballin', yeah, I'm ballin' (Woo-hoo), got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5  (Young moolah, baby)

For as long as I live I will rep the five (Five)

Like MJ in game five, oh-woah

[Outro: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne]

I deserve to be top five

Shots, pull up