5th of August Lyrics

Uh let me spit now

I see you talking all your shit

You should quit now

Yea 2bee up in the building

Yea I'm it now

Yea I was tag by your bitch

You should sit down

Ooh don't hurt 'em

I make personal

Oh he want to be a star

I make your hearse a show

Pull up to the cemetery

Have everybody go

So lit

I even got your spirit chilling

In the front row

Yea your afterlife my company

You not existing little nigga

You a son to me

And how the fuck your already hating

We ain't even meet

Look niggas dead in their eyes

Now they scared to speak

Some shìt you can't teach

Even God didn't reach

Thirty percent of His loss fallen homies

That shit beyond me

Approach me with caution

Been no peace on these streets

Been that way since

Ninety four fifth of August

So if you got feelings nigga

Let it run out

And keep it lit in this bitch

Like the sun out

Aye I'm plotting to be rich

Like somehow

And fuck your top three

If I ain't one now

So if you sleeping on me

Live in your coffin

Stay there

Like I'm khaki'd up

I bet hit my target

For real

Like I'm Mike Tyson

I bet hit the hardest

Like a sunny day

On the fifth of August

Nigga regardless I'm amazing

Quit hating aye

Shouldn't have to say shìt

But fake shìt make me lose patience

Destined for greatness

Penetrating weak shìt that's basic

Your momma birth a bitch

And she need a replacement nigga

Ain't recover

I bet fuck up the game

Watch me give you a little brother

2bee that's the name

I pick me over the others

Cuz them niggas really lame

I make you feel this like my lover

And I make your mind stutter

When I enter the room

Something you gone miss

Like Saturday and cartoons

And you looking at me different

Like you ate a shroom

But I'm really what you see

Baby you don't need no zoom

Understand a nigga down to earth

I'm really just a call away

And if you lost little baby you can

Follow me

I live life everyday like a birthday

But the fifth of August is a

Mother fucker holiday

Aye

So if you got feelings nigga

Let it run out

And keep it lit in this bitch

Like the sun out

Aye I'm plotting to be rich

Like somehow

And fuck your top three

If I ain't one now

So if you sleeping on me

Live in your coffin

Stay there

Like I'm khaki'd up

I bet hit my target

For real

Like I'm Mike Tyson

I bet hit the hardest

Like a sunny day

On the fifth of August