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astray - give me five minutes lyrics

put me in front of any rapper and i’ll go berserk
if i don’t eat that motherf-cker i get no dessert
i’ll bury you -ssh0l-s ’til i’m old as dirt
with arthritis in my toes and my shoulders hurt
you don’t know this work that i put in, it’s something i do good in
focus on it even when i shouldn’t
couldn’t put it down if my life depended
couldn’t shove a knife in my windpipe to end it
you quite dependent on the hype when you write
it’s like when scientists twist light and bend it
you create a false image, we come across gimmicks
and of course everyone that supports gets lost in it
the rap game changed a long time ago
please someone take me back to the 90’s yo
guess i’m livin’ in the past, so riveted and that’s why i’m driven
listen i will never give in to the m-sses
the biz is all corrupt, executive bosses’ fault that the culture’s f-cked
they all vultures..
yeah it’s all corrupt
executive bosses’ fault that the culture’s f-cked
i say it twice like mike jones, whether right, wrong
on the mic i reveal how i feel with a hype tone
and a sk!ll that you ain’t got
that’s why my name’s hot
i’ll make the veins in your brain pop
now we can bang glocks, cause you can’t stop hatin’
when i catch you i’m a wet you like a raindrop
so keep yo thang c-cked, pull that burner close to you
cause you’ll be full of woes when that bullet goes through you
i’ll give you as many as the clip in the gun hold
if i see you slippin’ them i’m a grip it and unload
i keep it gutter like the clown in that fl!ck “it”
i’m on some sick verbally murder your clique sh-t
i hop up on the stage and i hock spit
then walk around that b-tch and lyrically talk sh-t
you hear my name ring in the street, i be bringing the heat
i spit flame and i keep doing my thang on the beats
ain’t even came to my peak i’m far from it
but i’ll push you off your pedestal and make you fall from it
’til you all plummet, and that’s why i’m high homie
no it’s not because of all that guap that i got on me
although i do be fiendin’ for the green gotsta
have my money straight up like a marine’s posture
my team’s mobsters, i gotta mean roster
catch us at the lobster eating cuisines pastas
a bunch of bosses, you better never cross us
we ain’t gon’ be the type to forget it and cut our losses
we got k!llers that’ll do the job by the boom
this squad of goons ready to body who out of tune
they’ll get you with the nine or the shotty and on it soon
they’ll prolly end up findin’ your body inside a room
your head bashed in from the lead blastin’
are we f-ckin’ with the cash? we can debt his -ss then
never let it p-ss, i’ll get some vendettas cashed in
i’m a get his -ss, i’m a send my head -ss-ssin
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the weed if its name ain’t ‘dro
i ain’t hustlin’ the yola if the ‘caine ain’t blow
f-ck the little sh-t i gotta have my chain hang low
i got the open up, shoot ’em up, bang bang flow
and can’t n0body do it like me, keep my kicks new and bright, yeah i do it right b
got some all white stunners and a blue and white tee
and an all white cap with a blue and white d
i’m so fresh, you never catch stray slippin’, i’m ak grippin’
marnier sippin’ in the chevrolet dippin’
up and down the back alley, i’m up in crack valley
just trying to make a couple stacks in the black mali’
i got a sack it’s full of panic attack sally
some good weed i brought back from cali’
thieves[?] hopping out the back of denalis and can’t wait to shoot
if they don’t take you to jail they confiscate your loot
i say f-ck a cop, crooked, corrupt or not
they hit the spot and they got you bookin’ it up the block
the world chico, and everything in it
now point me to the game and tell me i can’t win it
soon as i switch the style, put some old flame in it
everybody knew my name in a cocaine minute
and now your b-tch yellin’ it[?], cause i done fell in it[?]
and i was swell in it[?], i smoked an l in it
and i don’t want it no more so now i’m sellin’ it
but ya’ll don’t hear me everything i’m tellin’ you is irrelevant
cause you just so into my beats
you can hear my drums flowin’ feel ’em going to your feet
i was born to be a star, not a no one in the street
if somebody wanna beef, then i’m throwin’ ’em the heat
as soon as you hear this you gon’ turn it back
because i burned the track
i’m so hot i make you check your furnace and your thermostat
should’ve been earned a plaque, and some of them permanent stacks
i’ve been determined since a sperm in the sack
that’s an affirmative fact, sh-t’s as real as it gets
you hear this sk!ll when i spit, my thug appeal and my wit
i know you feeling my sh-t, i got that undeniable fire flow
trying to make my whole entire empire grow
so i can have some people copping my sh-t
not to be c-cky but i want some fans jocking my d-ck
on some popular sh-t
while i’m locking lips with some of the most exotic provocative b-tches that you’re not gonna get
if you small time, that’s why i claim the game, all mine
you cats is slow i flow p-ssed you faster than bar time
while i’m on my way to the top, no way i’m a stop
you adding fuel to the fire saying stray isn’t hot
catch me posting[?] in my d-cky fit, smoking on some sticky sh-t
sipping on liqies[?] now that’s the sh-t i get jiggy with
my million dollar green got these hollering
follow me and watch the rims on that old impala spin
just like some collagen i had to make my pockets fat
c-ck the gat and c-ck it back and put it to your stocking cap
i used to be a stick up kid so now i think of all the devious things i did
d-mn!

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