Plead the 5th

How do we end up like this

Imma plead the fifth, blue hundreds look like crip

She want it, hit and dip, like how I'm stacking chips

I'm coach with all these plays, touchdown and copped a zip

With the stars, they don't know I exist, load cobra, I hear hiss

You gamble, I like risk, flip like channel, no static

Bout to drown in ignorance, could smite you now, so just repent

Or you can bow and represent, make her bow, make her bend

You like my style, well that makes sense, shirt a bean and a couple cents

Pretty head and a little dense, Royal said "don't take offense"

And I said I was on the fence, if I wanna let you in