Lyrics
[verse1]
Im livin too fast, they like Five where the race at,
Im whippin so fast, like I cant find where the brakes at,
I may act, like I gotta make it A SAP,
Tired of mazda money, im tryna ride mayback
Or maybauch, this tracks a head shot
Bet I, make a killing like Adolf, Make Calls
I take off, and go hard, you Way Soft,
Even on joints, im on point, you way off!
I paid dues, I make moves, you play boss
You want cream, but dont know what the cake cost
I know dudes, that can make your body stay lost,
For 2 stacks, then ill write the 2k off,
Budgetin my record. Without furtherin my record.
Murder was case, if were referring to this record,
Tell Merk hit re-cord,cause my minds gone detour
As I Christen the track, Dior,
[verse2]
Take a hour fillin out apps, they never call me back
If I serve a fiend some glass, they always callin back
Every buck I spend, every dollars taxed,
People waitin for tax season just to get dollars back
Show money, Flow money, I need all of that
Need enough cash to get me and & lil mama strapped,
Legal hustles intact, on the proper path,
You short on checks,then im at necks, like ya collar back
They dont want see me rich and glamorous,
So every songs a pain in they chest, ANEURIS..M
For him, her, and it gets,
Worse, when everyones feelin my presence,.. Santas Gifts,
Professional, not to be attempted by amatuers,
Youd a crack a day under the paparazzi cameras,
Models stand next to us, our motto, is next is us
Beat mean, got em leaned like a Texas cup,
{verse3}
I aint got an issue, turnin yall to articles,
Am I gettin thru, ill break it down to the particles,
Full back audibles, watch how the dollars move,
Me to a dream house, just like Barbie do
Hardly got time to shine, Five got alot to do,
I do what I say, these rhyme sayers dont follow thru
There talk is show,(yeah) you can call em Donahue
I blaze tracks, hot bars like a bar b q.
beautiful struggle, the life of a don
Do what you gotta do hustle, night til the morn
If them lights keep glowin, then five keep flowin
I gets busy, a minute in my week open *
If he spoke it, it should be noted
Even my adlibs, are worthy nuff to be quoted
Im from the city, where they killin they dont need motive
I keep hopin for a better day, and grieve homies,
Speak easy, somethings I cant speak on it.
And if I could, somethings would make you weak homie,
RIP PAT P3 and ROSS VON ALAN
