Alfred Banks - Pentagon lyrics

Beat 1 [Verse 1: Mickey Factz] This right here This right here, right here, right here It's my application Where do I sign my name? It's Mickey! watch this Pentagon Welcome to the guild it's a synagogue get involved Journeyman with a sturdy hand when I'm pennin' bars Dirty plan like a dirty man during intercourse Healer to the sinners during pentecost cold Winner in a winter with a little frost and a talk of a rented Porsche Horsepower of a minotaur in a little car going really far Five Kindergarten top Colonel on a block with a pitstop Locked in a concrete spot you cannot hurdle Polo top hot cuz we're running from the game and the Robocops Cuz he got a 40 block co*ked for my top like I'm not fertile Government block buying Arizona plots taking pictures With a satellite shot Just to crop circles in the middle of the picture making crop circles Cinco Ferraris with the tints Park it by the bench in the projects It's a project to project when I market to the Penske Following the blimps hot Hot air, I'm there The Department of Defense Pentagon Five sides to the body if you squint real hard Morphology to the S is the worst squint Now you gotta quint, hmm That's five, right? Dark night on the Harley with a quinn Smooth Gemini Look even Harley got a dent two sides Teach you how to rob, not like 50 cent Teach you how to rob you could probably be the Grinch Sleeping on me now you gotta get a pinch Or you gotta get a kick till the top doesn't spin Inception You can call me Cobb if we friends Leonardo got a twin I'm a prodigy of Prince Wreak havoc on your prodigy again All city chess prodigy Bobby with the pen Five moves and you check I got the word play locked Doing thirty in the third lane With a mermaid giving bird brain top Make an earthquake stop on Thursday, bop! Factz Beat 2 [Intro: Sample] (Only the same thing... -thing...) [Verse 2: Alfred Banks] I'm from the city of New Orleans Where everybody on Bourbon probably an alcoholic With blowing weed elementary Right off magazine On chopper too let's mispronounce this Cuz we all know what they call it all Awww yeah I'm hands free you can't touch it Well how the hell he doing what he doing without a budget That's what the people asking they can't picture that Like is like Instagram; I'll let you make your own caption Fresh kit looking like a rapper wish list Make you look question the bowl if you diss this Meanwhile people asking me where my disc is I heard yours and through your sh** just like a discus I'm athletic your brand is pathetic Homie you getting owned even with my bad credit Shouts to me in the alley I'm gonna Sean Kemp that He called me his little brother and this is the get back Get up before you get jumped you little punk Your new sh** I booed this Just like a monk From complex to revogue you know what I'm about My name is Alfred Banks and I'm repping the South Come on Beat 3 [Verse 3: Zikki] It's a wake up call for my generation Do a lot to feed the fam without a hesitation Contemplating grabbing nickel plate Stick it up in people's faces While I'm faded tell them give me all their change I don't know how I'm gonna pay rent Got me on it like a pirate I'm a tyrant I've been pumping Kevin Gates Well see the problem is I'm tired I ain't sleeping right in days Things are crazy in my life so I'm just crazy all the time I probably said before tonight I'm f**ing losing it I got a fuse this length and nobody diffusing it Nobody get through this sh** Lose a limb I'm nobody to fool with I smoke bodies with sewage Pressure from all the bullsh** I don't care no more I'm outcast Broken without a cast I hope it's f**ing romantic But not really romantic Just hopeless with high hopes Life another planet is somewhat is eye to eye with me But you won't understand it that sh** ain't expected But I only give you one choice With that you're gonna respect it With all this f**ing pressure I still believe perspective Directed at the moon I mean the sky is my perception We all know life is rough so I get an erection f** it till it comes within my reach and I caress it Never take away the countless time that I've invested Take it to the top or I die in that direction Beat 4 [Verse 1: Rich Flizzy Flow] Freaking mommy I need a diva with a body And I need a new chick if her demeanor is sloppy I need a freak in the lobby I need my briefs to by Tommy I need some brand new Giuseppe I need my feelings are naughty I need a two tone Porsche I need my roof and a tuck Wait a minute matter of what I need a proof and a truck I need my gin in a bottle I need my juice in a cup When my life's too tight I need to loosen it up I need my family supporters I need my kids in my corner You know that all my new sh** got the people going crazy I need to kiss the forehead of a newborn baby I need a lick in the back House in the hills Millions of dollars to pay thousands of bills I need a big a** closet I need a stylist for real I need my own auto shop just to polish the wheels Gold in my mouth Watch on my wrist Make these n***as sick when they watching my wrist I need my checking my funds I need bread and my crumbs I believe in my biscuit I need my eggs on the one I'm as sick as they come Halfway out the hood try and get in the front I need a Bic and a blunt (oh my God) Beat 4 [Verse 1: Diverse Character] Long nights fill the appetite Stroll through the park in the afterlife Hoping that Jesus walks in these latest flights I'm just a young kid who never grew up flying kites And flyer than the birds I never played with I'm sicker than Magic Johnson when he isn't I forgot to save me but feeling crazy just lately Wasting all of my raps in these books of pages They should pay me Got bars like institutions Got visions and resolutions I feel the game has been polluted I'm on the phone with Tim Allen The home needs improvement Birds fly me to the North I'm searching for the love in the sport Whole one join something led me to the court Life's a magazine I'm just searching through the source What's right how often questioned It's hard to function Pen and pad is who I fell in love with Make no a**umptions I'm from a place, they tell you run it Or like a car you get jumped quick They be on some dumb sh** Lord save my soul, n***as on my heels They fake Gucci so it's hard to tell what's real They feel as though they medicine That's why they popping pills Demons in [?] often give me chills Ain't no discussion Chicken's run when they dumpin' I freed the underground like I'm Tubman That's why rappers in the game they so often love me They all slaves with famous names A better chain doesn't earn the bank Yeah I said, they all slaves and famous names And better chain doesn't earn the bank