Waka Flocka Flame - 5:56 lyrics

[Beat] [Verse 1] Took a dab, took a dab Now I'm feeling rab Hip hop, mob beneath the top [?] You let me live first I was dead last I told you O, Let's Do It and then we sped past [Beat Switch] [Verse 2] Show me where the king, point him out One day we're gon' meet and I'ma see what you about I keep a few pistols tucked in my accounts Plenty henny and a blunt in my mouth Get the f** out of my house Rappers say sophisticated sh** to sound clever When it come to business, I handle mine better But I handle my sweater, I'm revealing my pistol I'ma hit him with a missile Grim reaper gon' kiss him Ain't nobody gon' miss him, just another dead rapper Man [?] drinking lean, he a fake trapper Rich dope fiends, how the f** you get famous We from the jungle, can't blame us or tame us I'm cold to the sinless, your heinous I'm the nicest definest, and the rhymes all timeless [Beat Switch] [Verse 3] A lot of rapper wafted me And gradually, I had to be Better than every rapper, these critics be naming after me I'm a savage doing damage, if hes after me f** yo salary, you get catastrophe, I'll blast you to reality You can't f** with me, or push your luck with me I kicked you out of the public, you just a sitting duck to me Now suddenly, I let that heat out like a oven b money tree So I got a green thumb, I kinda love my theme song [Beat Switch] [Verse 3] Rapping's full of metaphors, but they don't really love themselves Pa** the mic, your hermaphrodite, and go and f** yourselves I feel like Biggie in a tunnel, without 100 Brooklyn n***as I stay away from crooked n***as, sideways looking n***as Taylor's gettin' prayed, but what they say on social media You don't really know me, your just reading Wikipedia Pull up at yo front door, take the [?] Slap the holy ghost, I let anyone agree with ya I feel like Nas 01, this my Ether You rappers couldn't make it with a Jay-Z feature We way deeper, you pay people to slay people Instead of change, we blade evil to hate people My people, black, white and brown people f** skin tone, cuz we all equal I'm just tryna teach you And if my hands can't do it, let me voice reach you They say the people need you [Beat Switch] [Verse 4] Look at Waka putting them all good words together Them old fans checking back, like they heard me better He was playing with this rap sh** the whole time I was geeked up, freestyling in my old rhymes Back in 09, now I'm taking my time Elevating my mind, I got the game in my palms Say As-salamu alaykum, Wa alaykumu salam Arm, leg, leg on head, lets break bread All I need is proper sentence, spent the winter in Queens Realize that I'm living my dream Keep going, that's a river-dale thing One thing I won't do is let my feet fail me Keep prevailing sh**, keep selling Let's go! [Beat Switch] [Verse 5] You got no f**ing clue what I've been through Learn to never get in shark water that I swim through They say guns k** people, that defends you Kinda f**ed up, the type of sh** that your friends do Its f**ing with my mental, it used to be simple When I'm done with you, they I.D. you by ya dentals And that's the end y'all, muthaf**in be all I holla out that b card, my boss will come see ya I could never be ya, yall bout knee tall Better hope I never meet ya, I have to teach ya And when I'm dead, bury me 5 feet My team elite, treat every man equally Cuz we all kings with billion dollar dreams WAKA FLOCKA [Beat Switch] [Verse 6] Here comes the brand new Flocka in yo ears Put the gun down, no choppa in the air You gotta think deeper, and believe is one People gotta work for ya money, ain't nobody gon' feed ya A new page need a turn, need to save what we earn You could save every day, or live a little while you learn No divisions, support family business if We all came together, sh** is all limitless [Beat Switch] [Verse 7] I ain't gotta f**ing flex, been around these streets Been a man my G, now its time to mainstream I just made a 100 bands, for a show in UStream Prince of the f**ing south, my fourth album call me king I'm married to the streets, you n***as just had a fling I live the sh** that I speak, you n***as just sipping lean Popping pills, looking sick in talking fiction I'm different, I'm on my mission, got visits off getting richer Rapping 4 years, could have been in college f** the industry, I'm in the streets, the energy acknowledged I pull up looking polished My whip ain't got no mileage My work turn b**hes gay Man I'm like this sh** okay God took me out the hood, threw me on stage My heart was full of pain, anger and full off rage Getting high hills, blowin that stiletto I keep to myself, watch you puppets get Geppetto'd I'm my own Captain keep it Brackin' for the ghetto We see who y'all trust, when the f**ing dust settle Revolutionary rebel, [?] 5 rings like thee Olympic necks full of gold medals Woah!