Plague / 5 o'clock Lyrics

Lookin at my life I need a change

People round me notice I been strange

Try to flip it to another page

Before my bitterness get turned up into rage

I can feel the devil in my veins

God be trying, but he can't keep him away

Yeah the Devil try to put me on his stage

Try to pass him but he got my license plate

There's so much I really gotta say

All the stress that's weighing on my brain

All this work at such a little wage

Well make it out, I know I got the range

All those fancy cars and private planes

Grills of gold and hella diamond chains

Lose your soul it might make you deranged

I would never ever lose it for the fame

Know I'm gonna make it out the plague

Mama gonna make it out the plague

Family gonna make it out the plague

You fuckers ain't gon' make it out the plague

You and I we really ain't the same, I could make a hit outta my pain

Live a life that's hindered by the shame, guilt and sadness all one in the same

Been this way since I was fuckin' eight, stand up to my demons, taking aim

Fight 'em till the motherfuckin' grave, they don't wanna taste my fucking blade

Know I'm gonna make it out the plague

Mama gonna make it out the plague

Family gonna make it out the plague

Now I gotta make it out the plague

Uh huh uh uh, ok ok ok ok

Oh my god, I can't stop, goin' up, to the top

Ain't a game, I'm gon' rock, staying up, five o'clock

Why they ask me for the real shit?

When all I ever give 'em is the real shit

There's your pill to swallow, now you feel sick

Bodies rockin' side to side it got me sea sick

Highest praise and recognition only seem fit

Tried to bury me, I'm Winnin, how's it feel bitch

So goes life, I finally made it out the matrix

I know you motherfuckers gonna hate this

Hit a switch and I'm gassed up, locked in my cash up

I'm on the side of that Holy Ghost my right hand like Casper

Y'all missed a chance when ya passed up, get away bro back up

Lemme run my race, when I finish y'all can catch up

Walk around my city with my mask up

Chicken finger plate with the Tabasco

Y'all can eat it, time for you to pack it up

I'm gonna light it up, like where'd the match go

Top five or top six, I'm cappin' I ain't top shit

I act nice, I'm cordial

So why the fuck are y'all dicks

Your girl, she lick tip, my kids on her top lip

Y'all really started the fire, recommend you go and extinguish

I'm putting on for myself and nothing more you hear what I'm saying

My real ones adjacent, real bag that I'm chasin'

The fake ones the first ones I ever tried at replacing

That hot shit been cookin', I know that y'all been waiting

Horns up like satan, I don't fuck with satan

OCD killing me, got no expectation

Demons on my back, pointing blame I can't hear em

Angels got my back, I know that they're prevailing