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BIRDMAN FT. MACK MAINE lyrics : "5 In The Morning"

(Intro)
Yea
This 5 in the morning

Blowin up the pond
You sleepin
I'm atin, uh

Chyea, ouchea getting it
Dream away young ^!$$%
Lost in this life water

Might put this work in
Deep blue sea
(Verse)

No matter what I try to do, I can't do right
The other day I jacked a hot pickle and fruit stripes
Then me and my ^!$$%s stole 2 bikes

Then we went on like 2 flights, no plane
I'm talking 'bout the night hustle
Me, myself I flex my muscle

I ain't really tryina tussle
See that thing will prolly bust you, brat!
And I know the cops tryina bug you

I hope your %#@! ain't tapped ^!$$%
And I hope you ain't wearing a wire
Pour some water on him, electrify him, set him on fire

If a ^!$$% playing with me and my people
See we don't play tho
^!$$%s think that this just a game

It ain't no play tho, but I mold you, scold you
Fold you like clothes dust
Straight out of the drier, then puff some trees to get higher

%#@!, ^!$$%s know they Carey like Mariah
Kids that ain't theirs on they taxes
%#@!, y'all ^!$$%s acting like actress

Y'all don't know Beatrice, that's my uncle from the city ^!$$%
B32 too ^!$$%
You understand? Do your history, your research

$#&@ around and they gonn prolly have to call a reaper
Your face on the t shirt, now you restin in peace boy
Playing around with us, this %#@! could get hot like grease boy

Fly over the greece boy, money get increase boy
Get it straight like the criss boy
Pullin up in like !@$!s

Get under your skin like a keylord
The only alphabets we cool with is the d boys, and deep boys
You ain't the man ^!$$%, you's a decoy

Yous' a lookout, you eating off of them
When the birds come in, you never ever see em, mula
You ain't the type that's tryina get the bands up BM

^!$$%s that be langing on my nerves like my BM
Hang em up in the lame ^!$$% museum
We quick to zim, put em to sleep

If they playin round with me and my ^!$$%s
Yeah we quick to creep
Yeah we come through 30 deep

And 30 cars, prolly got like 30 broads
Knock off 30 boys, tryina play around with me and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my rich gang

You tryina play around with me and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my rich gang
Prove you's a (*##$ maine, $#&@ing with the young stunners

^!$$% you $#&@ing with the young stunners
^!$$% you $#&@ around with the rich gang, we prove that you a (*##$ mane
And have your mammy picking out your funeral fit mane

Stop $#&@in with it, before we spit a bit
Do you in, hit you up with the mac 10
You and your can, shouts out to mac 10

^!$$% that's my ^!$$%, make a ^!$$% do a backspin
If you play with Jack Dem
Me and my rich gang

You got me $#&@ed up with my rich gang
Ain't nothing for us to proove that you a (*##$ mane
Playing around your mom will be picking your funeral fit mane.

(Outro)
Uptown rich ^!$$%
Come from the slums with it

This ^!$$% there, I see you ^!$$%
We ouchea getting it
Mastermind this whole game plan
This money poppin
Off the floor

It's yo room floor
Marble floors and chandeliers
Nig broke
20 on (*##$es, ya heard?
Leggo

Call game stupid
This game is stupid
Money game to the ceiling
Grind no end, it's just life
Flashy lifestyle every day

Hundred in the right pocket,
Scrap under
Livin life
Bring the bottles

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