905

Verse:
On the 6 side, wavy in the night-time, you ain’t ever seen too much (much!)
But on the 5-side, got a bright side, but I’m always in between too much
On the bright side I’ma still ride for my killa in the scene too much
‘Cause he can’t eat and my family ain’t ever really seen too much

So I’m still getting’ down with the shit
Smokin’ all this fire ‘cause I’m lit, yeah!

And I’m still down with my bitch
Don’t you fuck around she’ll probably throw a fit, yeah!

And that’s just how it is in my town, fuck around you won’t make it to the Sunday
In the 905 and I’m hazy on a Monday
I told my Momma that I’d make it, she said maybe one day!

But I don’t see no maybes ‘cause I’m crazy with the shit and I ain’t even gotta get into no gunplay
If I go fuck around today then I’ma lose it all tomorrow I don’t really think that it’d be a fun day
If another person tries to get between myself and my accomplishments then I can only ever put it one way
Motherfuck yo’ team and everything that you be reppin’, don’t you make me come and pull up to that motherfuckin’ runway!

I could never put it in a fun-way, no!
I made dreams out my life
Matter fact I really fuckin’ do it
So I’m trying to live better than the dreams I’m havin’ at night

That’s real shit, workin’ like a motherfucker
Trying to live life but I’m looking’ at the sky this
Looking’ at my girl like “why is life like this?”
But right now there couldn’t be a better night like, this…

Chorus:
I was running through the…with my… (with)
I was running’ through the 5
5, I was running (run)
I was running through the, 5

I was running’ through the 5 with my… (with)
I was running’ through the…aye
I’ve been running’ through the 5 with my… (with)
I’ve been running through the…aye

Verse:
Runnin’ through my thoughts while i’m runnin’ through my city
But I’m running out of patience and the time is always ticking
I don’t think that it’s a problem, I just think it’s unforgiving
So I work like I’m Jamaican and I keep on fuckin’ winning, woo!

What it do my g?
You looking’ kinda blue my g! (yeah?)
Did I cause any problems?
Time for you to lose my g ‘cause I

Focus on the drive like the breaks don’t work
Focus on the music ‘cause the hate don’t hurt
Focus on the money ‘cause the fakes gon’ chirp
But it’s natural selection so the fakes go first

I’m a problem
Beast, I’m a god-sent (facts)
I ain’t ever fuckin’ with that nonsense (facts)
Push it to the limit ‘cause I know I need to get it like a fiend trying to get his fuckin’ toxins (woo!)

Yeah I need to get it, need to get it, need to get it gotta make it out the mothafuckin’ province (wow)
Do it all to win it I don’t look at the percentage of the people talkin’ shit about my content
I don’t give a fuck at all I’m just really trying to ball and show my city I can make it to the top without a sponsor
Show ‘em I don’t need to be a goon on the streets, and my family I don’t need to be a doctor

Hold my own
Fuckin’ hold my own (yeah)
Always hold my own
From the money to the clothes to the riches to my dick
Always hold my own

So I’m workin’ like a motherfucker
Trying to live life but I’m looking’ at the sky like this
Looking’ at my girl like “why is life like this?”
But right now there couldn’t be a better night like…yeah

Chorus: x1