Lyrics
It's five o'clock in the morning
I'm just gettin in
Five in the morning but I'm still rollin
Five percent up on the windows but I'm still Floating
On that bullshit when I'm loaded because pill potent
I be swervin' bending corners and stuff still loc'n
One two slide with the truth
Known to be a loc and control what he do
Three four what you need to know
If a **** wasn't rapping he'd be rich off the dope
If I had a dollar from doubters I'd be in ballin
**** hate you they ain't Nathan to me
I mean nada
**** plot and try to take it from me
My twin got em
When I'm faded off the X to the C
I'm Big poppa
Really known for them pistols and boulders and bending corners
Damn near magic how a killer become an owner
From eating chicken off the paper plates
To pushing foreigns through the ghetto with the paper plates
If I ain't known no better
I'd say I'm in the perfect place
Dark as fuck with a bottle and a beat from space
Fuck it free my ace
I'm only normal when I'm rollin
Fuckin' round and buy another Benz
I'm impulsive
Drop a bag and pull off from the lot like I stole it
Jolly blue giant yeah the locster with the motion
Only thing red is my eyes and my brake pads
Just blew a hundred cash on fake mad
Fuck it
Five in the morning but I'm still rollin
Five percent up on the windows but I'm still floating
On that bullshit when I'm loaded because pill potent
I be swervin' bending corners and stuff still loc'n
One two slide with the truth
Known to be a loc and control what he do
Three four what you need to know
If a **** wasn't rapping he'd be rich off the dope
Paid the price for a fun time
Around the time in the field it was crunch time
Go get a gun
We enticed by the homicides
**** came through and slid and shot a friend of mine
A friend of mine
But don't trip yeah cosa nostra
Make examples out them **** cause they shot my locsta
And he a rider so it's on for the opps fool
Me or you **** know what they gotta do
You know the truth
Free Tiny June and Baby Gizz
They get it in
Them my brothers them my friends
On 610
A **** solid forever they know he solid for sure
**** down for whatever and trust me they gon' go
Far as me I'ma get to it
I done shot and got shot I done been through it
A rich shooter
We be smiling but they been knew it
Started rappin' makin' music they gon' spin to it
Free the hood
Five in the morning but I'm still rollin
Five percent up on the windows but I'm still floating
On that bullshit when I'm loaded because pill potent
I be swervin' bending corners and stuff still loc'n
One two slide with the truth
Known to be a loc and control what he do
Three four what you need to know
If a **** wasn't rapping he'd be rich off the dope
Written by: Da'monte Tresean Lyles, Varun Sharma
