F.I.V.E.

(album: OKE - 2013)

[Verse 1: Game]
Jogging my memory, the Documentary
Killed that in a drop top John Kennedy
Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me
The old me ain't got shit on what I'm finna be
Nigga I'm finna be still repping the letter B
What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me?
Would I be starving or studying at Harvard
Or would I be a dog of a another fucking pedigree
Take away me, take away the su-woo
Take away the gangstar like hip-hop did Guru
Pull up in that new coupe
Take away your girl run her choo choo
Then put it on Worldstar, or Youtube
Yo Tune' what it do
Got some bitches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through
I'm Kobes rings nigga who the fuck is you
Not the nigga with five bitches sitting in the coupe

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feeling like a Jackson
Five, I'm balling, ya I'm balling, got me feeling like I'm in the Fab 5
For as long as I live I will rep for five
Like MJ in game five

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got five on it
Five short, Young Tune in this bitch fuck 5-0
Nickel plated 4-5 if I have an issue
Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels
I'm a G, do somethin 'bout it
You ain't half of me, you ain't 500 dollars, nigga
And my red bone, 5-5
No hand slapped, but I'm high five
Yeah get with the game or play the sidelines
I dream to get the cover of High Times
Now take 5 paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces, red, bitch
Yeah, I'm on my high horse
Now the sky mad at me cause I stole five stars
Got some freaks in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving til five in the morn'
(yeah)Young Tunechi, bitch!

[Hook]

I deserve to be top five