Spotemgottem 5 AM
[Intro]
Why they wanna hate on me?
Why they wanna hate on me?
(Thanks, Yakree)
(BBoy dripping that sauce)
[Verse]
The one and only, they say I'm the greatest
For a minute, they tried to downplay me
I shot my shot from a distance and made it
You shot your shot, them f..ck niggas, they graze 'em
Come on, they asking me 'bout bodies, no time that I smoke
I don't know shit, no witnesses, ain't nothing that I quote
Everything freestyle off the dome, nothing I wrote
Lurching two weeks straight, can't even lurk no more
We tryna put this nigga to bed, Lord knows
762's, I bеt they turn this boy to a ghost
He losing faith right now, I feel him losing hope
Back thе car up soon as we push up on that road
He got shot all in his shit doing the most
I drop that shit, I make 'em feel it in they souls
My real street days, remember I was poor
Provide for the fam, no food on the stove
Almighty, how we sin
Paul Bearers when we bend
It's 5 AM, let me punch in
This Glock, it got a switch, clip him and his friend
Interrogating me 'bout murders, I know nothing
She come in, play roleplay before she give me that tizzop
We be rolling 'round, it's just me and bro, I got Glizzock with me
Under my my Louis belt, tear a bitch-ass nigga down just for flinching
They criticise me like hoes, they be socializing like bitches
And yeah, I got revenge for my brothers, not to mention
I was standing on business, drank f..cking up my kidneys
It ease my mind when I sip it, talk that gangster shit 'cause I live it
I was already on my pivot, came back bucking at them ceilings
Less than ten seconds, I let off a dozen at three bitches
Wipe me down, I did my business
In love with the dome, she give me scrimmage
Let me execute everybody that's a witness
Kill a nigga and say I did it, bitch
[Outro]
Why they wanna hate on me?
Why they wanna hate on me?
They playing flake on me
Tryna build a case on me, case on me
Why they wanna hate on me?
Downplay a nigga for what? You know I'm G
You know I'ma keep it G
Why they wanna hate on me?
I'm in the streets, the enemy in the street
I keep that nine on me