5 ft. D Nel & Zateb Lyrics

Imma be outside for five I needa smoke sum

Fore I lose my mind, fuck round and throw sum

Managers be talkin to me like Ion know nun

Fore I beat the ass like they don stole sum

Lemme go outside for five I need to smoke sum

Caint work a nine to five without a stogie

I'm bouta go outside for five I needa smoke sum (yeh)

Before I snap out a choke sum (woah)

They don't need me in the kitchen so I'm takin a break

If I go up to the register then nobody safe

After that I'm doin dishes I got nothin to say

So stay fuck out my face before I fuck up ya face

Fuck how you feel I aint eem posed to be closin today

We open late as holy fuck and still got orders to take

I'm sick and tiied of droppin fries and them three in the mornin highs

Doin shit to get fired like Rigby and Mordecai

How bout I step outside its bout that time

Some fresh air to free my mind foe I resign

You see my sign is S-A-G-I-T-T-A-R-IUS

So I hate, to be, confined, an yall, see dis

I'm fuckin up a line steak

Burn it onna side

If he keep on talkin Imma knuckle up wit order five

Imma get in trouble if that muthafucka fall behind

But I need another one so you can find me outside

Imma be outside for five I needa smoke sum

Fore I lose my mind, fuck round and throw sum

Managers be talkin to me like Ion know nun

Fore I beat the ass like they don stole sum

Lemme go outside for five I need to smoke sum

Caint work a nine to five without a stogie

I'm bouta go outside for five I needa smoke sum (yeh)

Before I snap out a choke sum (woah)

Look

Round five I'm steppin outside

Nobody try to come wit me don't interrupt my vibe

Murder on my mind I'm killin so much time

Don't feel like fakin smiles

Mane I ain't wit the shuck and jive

Co-workers tellin me I

Just been so distant lately (and my)

Manager been acting so fishy lately, and me?

I been feelin so risky lately

Hate to do it but I might hit the stu and diss the lady cus

Blurry things been feelin so crystal lately

Team fulla squares I call the boss Mr.Brady

I'm promoting on the job hoping that distro pay me

Cus I been runnin up more streams than a river baby and

I ain't had enough studio lock-ins

Not enough days off too many clock-ins

Thinking bout my life I ain't got too many options

So wit this rap shit gotta be top ten

Forreal

I was by the trash while I was writing this

Screens full no help

They got me tight as shit

Privating, emotions so I

Don't lose my mind in this

And these niggas smoking but maybe I should be high as shit

If it'll make the time and shit fly faster than paragons

Working for the white man just

Disappointing Farrakhan

The paradox is the more I work the more responsibilities

Are placed in my lap and I'm beyond the silly means

Of ambiance and sitting knees buckled Giannis honestly

Chuckle cause it's hilarious the shit we do for little cheese and

We tell each other our struggles, they acting like it's treason

I burn myself but the injury not gon end the season

Hypocrisy in the problem breeding a lot of us

Overthinking the pot of greed got me drawing a couple things with

The mark of the beasts the marketing be creased by all of us

Just trotting through the weeks so

Imma be outside for five I needa smoke sum

Fore I lose my mind, fuck round and throw sum

Managers be talkin to me like Ion know nun

Fore I beat the ass like they don stole sum

Lemme go outside for five I need to smoke sum

Caint work a nine to five without a stogie

I'm bouta go outside for five I needa smoke sum (yeh)

Before I snap out a choke sum (woah)