9-5 Lyrics

On Gang,

Know you fucked up, you crossed that line

You wasted time

How the fuck you say that you my brother

But not front line

Put the blame on me like every time

You out of line

I smoke on reefer, close my eyes

It clear my mind

You had them bitches beat by thousand miles

Girl, why you lie

I just really had to cut you off

Cause you wasn't mine

I own you, I'm your daddy now

Bitch, get off live

Have you ever heard that thunder clap

Then hear them sirens

I know I fucked this nigga bitch

So I kept quiet

You can tell that I'm a demon, baby

Look at my eyes

I ain't sorry that I hurt you, baby

Go talk to God

If this nigga floss his bag too much

He getting robbed

Me and quannie Mack

We shooting dice like it's our 9-5

I was jugging and finessing

Smiths for food to just survive

Damn, I miss my little brother

Wish he was still alive

A lot of niggas struggle

Day by day, just getting by

All this pent up in my heart

Just make me wanna cry

If I gave you all my secrets

You would share my files

You played your part, my nigga

We was close, you know that's foul

You can't eat at my table

When you try to put me down

Put a switch up on that Glock

Make a fully sound

Different bitch up in my face

Every time I turn around

Different nigga

Always hating

Every time I turn around

We receiving different payments

Know these niggas wonder how

Can't believe you stabbed me in my back

Twice, you went in and out

You was steady doing foul shit

But I guess it's over now

I was trying to build you up

When you was trying to put me down

Only darkness in my heart

So you won't hear me make a sound

Know you fucked up

You crossed that line

You wasted time

How the fuck you say that you my brother

But not frontline

Put the blame on me like every time

You out of line

I smoke on reefer

Close my eyes

It clear my mind

You had them bitches

Beat by thousand miles

Girl, why you lie

I just really had to cut you off

Cause you wasn't mine

I own you, I'm your daddy now

Bitch, get off live

Have you ever heard that thunderclap

Then hear them sirens

I know I fucked this nigga, bitch

So I kept quiet

You can tell that I'm a demon, baby

Look in my eyes

I ain't sorry that I hurt you, baby

Go talk to God

If this nigga floss his bag too much

He getting robbed

On gang

He getting robbed

I was jugging and finessing

Smiths for food to just survive

Bitch, I'm your daddy now

Get off live

Me and quannie mack

Shooting dice like it's our 9-5

On gang