5/5/20 Lyrics

Ha

Jay chilling

I was in the spot in the spot thinking how to make millions

On the block

Had to level up

With some straight denims

& pocket filled up nonsense & hate it in

From the Tropic but wasn't tropic

I had to get up from these problems

& make an option

Heart cold people say ain't no way to stop him

& Peep game Ion playing

I just them dollars

Tell em holla at cha guala

If you need product

Gucci , Lou Vuitton ,I don't rock no Prada

Hoes calling me daddy I'm not ya father

Road call to the bag , Haters never prosper

& No cap

No cash turn me to a monster

I'm Outside looking for work or some work to conquer

Got it tucked up in the shirt

If a Nigga want sumn

On god they don't want none

Thats on my god son

Send a nigga to the doctor

For getting popped up

The Streets bad

Guns everywhere had to cop one

& Little kids prolly ones that be on the top bunk

Slang guns, smoke blunts chillin w the shottas

Fuck love

I need loyalty to be my partna

* smoke up stack up every comma

Cold cuts was for dinner couldn't even cop lunch

& no one fuckin w/ the kid when ion have none

My god