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gringo the mc – i got 5 on it lyrics

boy i’m a rebel with a cause, i’m the sh-t, come and see me
ever since i roamed the city with a six string and peavy
we just tryna stay alive like the bg’s
or the fugees, f-ck the gucci, mickey d’s and ebt
these rappers government cheesy, they ain’t f-ckni’ with greezy
the way i paint a picture make em think i’m hustlin’ tv’s
from mexico to south dakota, i’m eatin’
f-ck you know about the rez i’m drinkin’ whiskey in tipees
and i’m like baby roll a blunt for me, cook me something up to eat
if you ain’t the one for that then b-tch you ain’t the one for me
doobies in the uber in the hood they call that luxury
sue me i’m a loser you can’t even get a buck from me
but i got five on the blunt if you gon’ light it up
they say i’m too white for rap but i say i ain’t white enough
walk into the room and rappers coochi muscles tighten up
i shine until they jealous of me then i tell ’em lighten up

sometimes i d-ck her down but when she ride i call it pipin’ up
if you can clean a house and like to f-ck then stay the night with us
i’ma call you out to the whole table if you tryna bluff
pressure makin’ diamonds so the motherf-ckin’ pipes can rust
i’m sick of rappers frontin’ like they eatin’
when they should be talkin’ struggle workin’ doubles every weekend
made it out my state hope ya’ll ain’t salty bout me leavin’
but the only way that i can rep my state leave it
so hear it trust it believe it
i’m miles away from decent, and face to face with the meanest
f-ck em they never last, they talk it but they don’t mean it
most of em on they -ss, they think it’s more fun to dream it
chiefin’ and eatin’ cheeze itz, mama your sons the cleanest
real as f-ck how hes acting so real as f-cks how hes treated
real as f-ck what he full of so real as f-cks what hes bleedin’
real as f-ck how he soundin’ so f-ck whoever been sleepin’

i been out my mind for so d-mn long it’s like it’s normal now
and i don’t throw my city up but bet i hold it down
i’m older now, and i picked up some sh-t along the way
thank god i paid attention now i got a baby on the way
i can’t even work enough, i’ma need some longer days
that’s why i’m here with chocolate trill, whippin’ up some chocolate cake
20 shiner bocks a day and cigarettes to operate
and if i ain’t drankin’ shiner bocks i’m smokin’ pot to compensate
i could give a f-ck long as my daddy and my mama straight
my girl back at the crib and all my homies got a spot to stay
i don’t ever flex ’cause i don’t gotta to impress a b-tch
i got myself a 10 and been ignoring 7’s ever since
purple in the grinder i forgot to roll the second sweet
hennessy and tea without no sugar just a lemonsqueeze
back when i was seventeen i’d roll an ounce of reggie weed
smoke it at my mamas house and eat all of the bread and cheese

and don’t let me find no frozen pizzas
’cause holy jesus those totinos were like dope in freezers
who’d a thought a lonely stoner’d be the chosen leader
to rep the 402 and push his sh-t like coca-ina
f-ckin’ round with me you see the reason why they show me love
’cause all my punchlines are thrown with giant pairs of golden gloves
hold it up, they knew it’d be strong before i poured it up
just take your medicine and trust the power of these potent drugs
i got 5 on it

- gringo the mc lyrics

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