i-5 Lyrics

450's on my feet

BB made the belt

I don't pray to God

I pledge allegiance to myself

I handmade the pants

Drip like Michael Phelps

I don't do no coke

Focus on my health

The beat hard

I'm diamond thick

You lack faith

I copped the watch to say what time it is

We poppin' bottles till we old

I feel it kickin' in

That money keep me from the cold

That Timberland

That rare designer on the coat

It got me pissed off

I copped the Arc to keep me warm

In the winter storm

I got some confidence

I'm on a mission

There's competition for the throne that I've been sittin' on

I hate a motherfucker who put up a face

Tell the truth and you'd be put into your place

Why they runnin' all the time like it's a race?

You ain't cool

I see through you like some lace

And for this revolution throw a Molotov

I don't fuck with any politician monologue

They keeping ringtones on every time I call

And if they ask me about how much I say I want it all

450s on my feet

BB made the belt

I don't pray to God

I pledge allegiance to myself

I handmade the pants

Drip like Michael Phelps

I don't do no coke

Focus on my health

Soon we gon' be rich

For now we just survive

West coast king

Call me i-5

Swervin' through the burbs

I put my shit in drive

Promise when I'm wealthy ain't no workin' after 5

80 on the corners how I drive the 405

Do this shit for Portland

But soon I'll be globalized

So fuck these other guys

Funny what some motherfuckers do for doe eyes

I do this shit for no one else so don't you criticize

We stay away from white stripes, no Jack White

And no white flags

Fuck the system till we die

And I know yeah when they said they care a lot

A lie

And I know that Teddy fucking with the cops

With pride

I say take the badge off

And force 'em to resign

I love the people of this city but man

Fuck where we reside

I cut some homies off

Keep the real ones round me

If you wrong one of the six

Then I know you wrong me

I don't fuck with fake attention

Man this is family

Even if I'm getting rich

I'll still drive the Camry

This is pyromancy

Lit that shit on fire

Keep it rockin' hard like back on Sandy

Arc and my Salehe smell like Miyake

Lookin' fancy

Grandma say I'm sweet

Cuz I wrapped my whip in candy

If I can afford to get here

I can afford to look fly

I say rep where you came from

Let 'em flags fly

Soon we gon' be rich

For now we just survive

West coast king

Call me i-5

450's on my feet

BB made the belt

I don't pray to god

I pledge allegiance to myself

I handmade the pants

Drip like Michael Phelps

I don't do no coke

Focus on my health