Joell Ortiz - 5 AM in Brooklyn lyrics

Y'all know me, I flex muscle on anything, ain't a beat safe Can't just go flaunting that heat in Joell Ortiz' face Been hoping that a frog would jump, it's so much leap space But yeah, nobody took to the air, I got their feet placed Firmly on the pavement, nobody want it with greatness I'm mean mugging these n***as and never getting a facelift How is he your favorite? Them bars he give up is basic Guess n***as start sounding better when YAOWA take a vacation I've been running around the world with the Slaughter, but boy I'm back Get ya papi right back out on that corner with all the crack A couple kilos of raw, just shot a couple of packs And a couple of y'all'll flip if a couple'll spit out this mack Man, the whole block changed, this the hip hop game? Sweet kool-aid running through n***as' popped veins Must a Brooklyn en***a come through again? Pop chains Smack n***as and make 'em dissapear like it's pop's name This my playground, be scared when I swing through Fear when I slide by, y'all seesaw what the kid do I was hot when I was a baby, on fire as a young toddler Dry ice as a teen, todya I'm made out of lava I swear to God when I say I'm the best, man, I really mean it Not confident or conceited, just standing here undefeated Please don't be fooled by the quantity from these heathens When your head is full of air you could do a lot of leaking See my name next to it, know a flame swept through it And that's the song on the joint where the mixtape get stupid Got throwaway bars that could go invade mars And I hang with the kind of Marshall that don't tow away cars 5 AM - that's the time I set my alarm Wash up, throw on sweats, go jogging along the pond That's what I call a river my condo is sitting on Which house has the pretty stars y'all n***as just wish upon You could kiss Joell, baby, just don't kiss and tell You ain't gotta tweet me, my digits is in your cell Please no Instagram, a picture can only tell A thousand words, have a million positions all to yourself My personal life is private, my public life is a riot Write on so many planes, my pen of choice is a pilot Diffent currensy, different customs, my body is tired But everything is working out, so yeah, I decided to dye it Lost a couple of LB's, no more triple XL tees And my pythons look like anacondas, you'll yell please If I put you in that sleeper, plot a Joell squeeze Then tighten it to your knees, Give in and you spell Z's You know I can really fight, right n***a? Your man'll think I'm wrong if the right, right'll hit ya Your face gone look like a great white bite ripture Two evenings in a row, yeah, night, night n***a I've been jumping hurdles since Excitebite, n***a You probably was with your sister making light bright pictures I came up in the projects, you n***as ain't that wild Walking up the stairs I was crunching up crack vowels Walking outside, I was ducking their clap louds Sounded like a M.O.P. kind of record, click clack blow See, stand-up n***as get easily sat-down And the cops get there three hours later for pat-downs I've been rhyming forever, forever been seeming short Infinity is like a blur, I'll never run out of thought Broke as a motherf**er, I still held down the fort Respect don't have a price tag, some things can't be bought I was schooled by the OG's, right up under the action Bottom of 40 tapping, right there on Kingsland and Jackson Dopeboy fashion, ropes, gold caps, Girbauds and Bo Jacksons When starter hats was snapping Funny, I'm just rhyming, y'all listening like I'm snapping Any rapper indirects, I'll be listening like ''what happened?'' I gotta make sure I ain't gotta go break jaws Or have my goons in your hotelroom on the 8th floor Before this Twitter sh** y'all ain't even know I was funny Cause in every rhyme I uttered I gave you the gutter from me I got a sense of humor, see, I ain't have a choice Your jokes had to be fly when you came up bummy Nope, no money, yup, so hungry When food fell on the floor we picked it up in a hurry Saying ''God made dirt'' and dirt don't hurt Really, I stomach like throwing that out ain't gone work Yeah, I started from the bottom now I'm here Not the top, not the bottom, I'm somewhere In the middle, not coach, not a layer Ain't wake up in a new Bugatti, but I steer Through these New York streets, I see clear in my rear -view-mirror all the bad b**hes stare Guess I'm rolling smooth enough to things I'm doing in this truck Please, no jury duty, man, I swear (no joke) Anyway, to all my fans, yo, I'm sorry I gotta end this verse, but these n***as know they can't harm me Don't ever try to keep me out the party Invited or uninvited, I'll be in there with my army