5 Years ft. J A K E Lyrics

Yeah

Already proved myself, not worried about who's my equal

Far from self injection, but I moved the needle

ESPN better get those highlights right

Perform better when the lights shine bright

Lean your face against the paint

Riding in the whip with the homies on some mad city shit

Ain't no stopping me, even if you standing on my grave

I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's

Yeah

The GOAT, a legend, a god amongst men

Greatest producer alive, number one out of ten

This beat that you're hearing is a primary example

Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying about a sample

I'd rather be loved by legends with careers that really last

Than accepted by some weirdo on YouTube with a podcast

But, they hated Jesus, homie

I ain't comparing, I'm just reasoning, my homie

I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen and choke you with them

I'm sicker than Venom, I feel like Big L in '97

It's God level, the rebel nobody could rebel

I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fucking pebble

Now, I think I'm a good father figure because I was sonning artists before a father figure, Go figure

You no kind of threat, you should've worn a dress

Wu-Tang protect your neck

Make my best music in mania, that means I only work in mania

If you in my proximity, I'm gonna murder your album's release date

All of them praying I retire

What I got in my notes app could feed my family through the fire

They say a musician only get five years, I'm gonna double that

Tiger woods, I'm the best at what I do

They'll never understand, we are not the same, how could they understand

Mind too active, can't sit still

I kinda feel like I took a limitless pill

Fuck

Yeah

You mad as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative

All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it

Hell is hot, and we can make your residency permanent

Several shots, they tying up your body with a tourniquet

Let him rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is

I'm going super saiyan just to represent the family, man

I'm not the discrete type, but my vocals quite right

I'm still spitting raps like it's open mic night

The revolution won't be televised, they telling lies

They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a well that's dry

Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined

Your boy reach his goals like D-Rose with the left hand

When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson

Question, how you woke but you slept in

Treading on your artists like Midas for over five years

Without changing tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage

It's in rare condition, peep the diction

Pen bleed all over the pulp, no fiction

My description of how I write lyrics is off the wall, no egyptian

Flowing in code, peep the encryption

Yeah, five years driven in the game with the brights on

Five years, I murdered your ears when the beat's on

Five years, hit after hit, I got the sights on

Five years in the industry, I keep the lights on