[Verse 1: Seymour Black]
5 rep, 5 rep
No stove, dope flow, pyrex
I'm all about my flips
Turn a bootleg to an IMAX
Jug phone, trap phone - This phone, that phone
See money, need money, seed money
These dummies waste money and my time
Sexy ladies on my hotline - Got me looking like Hugh Hef
I'm booked for the top floor - Why she tryna throw me neck?
Came through with the top flow - Got me rapping like you next
I still finesse - Dissect, interject, fuel the jet
In the mirror like, "you the best"
And whip it like I never stalled
Cause I don't feel they sh** at all
Send shots, and I ain't feel that sh** at all
Ten blunts, and I ain't feel that sh** at all
Riding clean, but I'm ducked off like I need to be
Doing 63 on Cedar Street - Bout to meet a freak
Hop out the Linc, hop in the Jeep
We taking over, its After 5
Not much to say to my enemies
[Verse 2: DREDAPRINCE]
Booming like a trap, do this sh** by myself
Rep my own gang, I don't need no more help
How we eating - With no stove?
Came from ramen - In a bowl
Hang with n***as with no soul
n***as Frozen, Let It Go
Woke up, toked up, Loc'd up
Realest n***a? In the mirror
East side, from the D - Southside, in Tha Jack
No fear in me, know who my enemy
I show him inner me, I twist this Hennessy
And then I get to swinging
Banging, drinking, what he thinking
Woodfinger - Lone Ranger, leave his sh** hanging
Young n***a with an old soul
You bum n***as - On the low-low
You So-So, like Def Jam
I can whip it up - With my left hand
Best friends, what are those?
Only pros - Only fam - Only trust
What the f**?
Gotta always gotta k** a mothaf**a
Watch me dumping out the truck when I hit em up
[Verse 3: King Jam]