5:30 Lyrics

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