5:55 AM Lyrics

Peepin' why niggas ain't never on shit

Stuck in the biddy, the trap, in the trenches

Look at who with me all covered in sin

Making decisions and standing on business

Times that I ain't take my man on em' missions

Albums been ready get played for my bitches

From the west side of the town it get gritty

My brotha be damned if I'm walking alone

Only get one or two times to be spinnin' that block

Bend again and we letting it go

All of them niggas is fake and they phony

They lying to get what they got

But I'm keeping it true

Reppin' my set cuzzo made me a member

The same nigga taught me to squeeze on a tool

Leave me alone I'ma loner

I got the weight of the world on my shoulders

Niggas can't call me with demons they don't wanna kill

Cuz I'm hanging the phone up

Smoking it fuck up my breathin'

I know it's drawn but I need it

Niggas is stuck in the deep end

A flower gon' grow in its season

Bet I'ma up it for shawty but I will not crash for no reason

I would do anything for you

As long as you for me we can make it easy

I'm in the trap with the guys

Taught me to me the honor the code

And I swear that them principles kept me alive

Separate curriculum shit ain't I learn from my pop

Or I learned from my mom

Different shit that done made me a man

Learned how to read you by shaking ya palm

I'm on the set tryna chill at the bar

And he pulling up asking me where is the bombs

That ain't my twist I got grabba and paper to roll up my weed

So I don't clue where at

Vibe I be on it be too relaxed

Im with my niggas, fuck if it's tension

They shooting at us and we shooting back

Came w my bitches, floodin' the entrance

It's w's up and we move in packs

Im in the trenches, chasing my vision

If niggas don't get it I'm cool with that