5:30

One-six I don't force myself to write I just consider my alternatives Drugs, fraud, perjury They ain't seen the worst of me I'm an undergrad, cattin' for the masters But the third degree was burnin' me Some people that would sacrifice the world for me I can't reciprocate Tell the truth... you a little late Money hungry, put my heart up on that dinner plate But first, though I had a false start I'ma win the race The Jake's insidious Suspect familiar Said he black like me But that's a little ambiguous If he rap like me Probably got his shit in order If he shoot like me He just athletically inclined But if he slappin' at these kids It's probably somethin Bout the trauma One-six and the spinner one Six in the spinner drum Get into your saint arc Me, I'm in my villain one You can die as the bigger man That's why I don't mind bein' the little one To make it home for dinner comes It's 5.30