Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five
And five days later, maybe more
I got soul, there's more in store
I'll hit you with the five deadly sins and then a ninja sword,
But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford
Size 9 fly kicks
Chill son, five more minutes
The first five minutes is swell.
Burberry, quite a hell
That whatever it creates it will land in the head
I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead
It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of
Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus
G5, clearport, say hello to the man
Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.
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