5 Am in Toronto

Yeah
 This song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know
 For my niggas, though
 Uh, you underestimated greatly
 Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
 The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
 So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
 I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
 You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper
 Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
 Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
 Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you
 I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you?
 Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget
 Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it
 Damn, this shit could go on a tape
 Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break
 Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
 That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake
 Straight white pre, why's it always me?
 Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team
 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas
 Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas
 For real
 Some nobody started feelin' himself
 A couple somebodies started killin' themself
 A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
 I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help
 I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
 Bad press during the summer for allegations
 I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money
 That's why I ain't got time for a nigga who's time is comin'
 A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement
 And I'm the only nigga still known for the music
 I swear, fuck them niggas this year
 I made Forbes list, nigga
 Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous
 Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
 But if I stay in this shit, there's a bunch of corpses
 And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans
 Stashin' money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings
 Eat it like I'm seated at Swiss so to's and to so's
 Nothin' was the same, this shit for Easy and Cocoa
 This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon
 This shit for Julius, Milly Mill
 Boy we do this shit for real
 All them boys in my will
 All them boys is my wheels
 Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil
 Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill
 If anything happen to poppy, might pop a nigga for real
 Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase
 But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates
 My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race
 It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe
 Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10
 Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again
 I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryin' to win here again
 A young nigga tryin' to win here again
 Man, what's up?
 Hey, yeah
 A young nigga tryin' to win here again
 If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in
 I got her drinkin' with your boy
 I got her fucked up, shorty
 Aww yeah