5 AM in London

It's like um

Five O'clock in the mornin' or somethin'

Shit

We in London

You know what I'm sayin'

Max told me he gon' get up out the zone, I know that he lyin' but he tryin'

I told my ****, "Stay up off the phone," 'cause I heard it's time on the line

I told my brother that I'm comin' home even though I'm miles from the guys

I'm feelin' like I ain't been in the kingdom in a minute

And I got addicted to spendin' thousands on linen

And I got addicted to all the drugs, what a feelin'

And I got addicted to the Mudd, boy, what a feelin'

I came from dirty crack houses and dope dealin'

I'm in the back of warehouses, I'm dope dealin'

I came from BalledHeads in it like I'm Krillin

Nah, I'm tryna tell you, for real

And I got a bitch bad, bussin' like Mona Lisa

Ridin' like Six Flags, my **** are keepers

And I got a bitch mad, beggin' for me to keep her

I had to call my doctor, I got a lil' money fever

Call up my lil' partner, I need me another liter

Don't know where I'm goin', I'm just goin'

I could care less if I ever see you

Don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I'm goin'

I love to see you leave

I hate when you stay with me

I feel good on my lonesome

Turn it up eight degrees

If you ever play with me

I got money, I'm on one

G17 with a long one

I heard the last strain a strong one

I keep a bitch in a leg lock

I got the game in a strong arm

Every time we at the table, I came with somethin'

I ain't never need you to pay for nothin'

I ain't never need the tears and the cries

I was always fiendin' the love from the guys

I was feedin' the mouths of the poor

Servin' Ziplock bags full of lies