5pm Freestyle

Look, wait, hold up, look, look

I take what I got and I run it, they hear what I preach, I keep a hundred

No, I just ain't with the duck and they talking a lot, I ain't with the fussing

They want the smoke but ain't with the puffing, they getting burned, I stay in the oven

Like I'm on the line, they know that I'm rushing, throw me a beat, they knowing it's nothing

Throw me a oop and they know when I'm jumping, I'm never bluffing

Look like magic, where I be going from nothing to something, I'm really bumping

Straight from the patch like I was a pumpkin, riding a wave about to get sunken

Like I'm a fat kid, get to the cake, out of the way, I get to the crushing

Look, get in the stu and I just get better and better