[Verse 1:]
5 O'clock, early birds fly down south
These n***as hate so much they want to stop my route
[?] 55 bricks, I put em on the Greyhound
I'm a certified street n***a, I had to stay down
Told that n***a take it back, we play them games now
Why you rap about the streets, you got a p**y n***a sound
I'm a black migo boss, n***a I got pounds
And they so cheap, I pull up in your town
Whatever city I'm in I love to flex like a b**h
I got out of jail and went right back to the bricks
All my j**elry together costs like 15 bricks
Young Scooter, I put dope in every street is on 6
[Interlude:]
You know n***as be saying that n***a talk bout a lot of dope
I wonder is he really doing that sh**?
Yeah the streets gon vouch for me n***a
Young Scooter
I really do this sh**, I rap on these beats n***a
I told you that, count up!
[Verse 2:]
Every day at 5 O'clock the bales pull up fresh
We never close down, you never know what's next
You tryna run the spot you got to have some respect
A n***a play up under you and take your check
I never been robbed, I got too much finesse
But anything can happen so I make moves like chess
The streets ain't sh** so I just play it how it goes
Throwing bales out the project window
20 West and Birmingham, the bricks on the way
Don't worry bout the instagrams, they come with the plays
I got to charge a 30 cause it's one state away
Free bands for the [?] when we get back to the A
[Outro:]
Young Scooter n***a
All I'm gon talk about is money
Real true story sh**, real street sh**
Count up!