Boi-1da - 5 AM In Ottawa lyrics

[Verse: Charron] 5 G's and they think I'm gettin' paid now Had to use my own dollar, make my way down Thirteen-hour trips 'til my f**ing brain pound 5 AM, and I'm still on the Greyhound Scarin' people, Tarantino insane Cane nose like Django, I'mma leave 'em unchained Searching for a shotgun in New York I should probably scope out another food court Chewing rappers to the point I need a new fork Gotta get a partner, battle rap is now a group sport 5 G's ain't enough, put a price on it Sign a suicide note, put your life on it Take a picture of your throat with a slice on it Upload Facebook, get a thousand f**ing likes on it! OG status, battling a grown man Smoked-meat sandwich if these rappers claim they go H.A.M Show these actors that I actually am dope, man Smoked three rappers who the crack up in a Coke can People got jealous when I did a tour with Whoo Everybody claiming that they done more than you Virgin jokes, you don't know what Corey do I stopped counting after 42 Now I wanna tattoo these knuckles on a couple of faces Stuff changes when they think of you as someone that's famous Wildin', on the mic, bringin' terror on Goin' off the top 'til my f**ing hair is gone Dodge a pair of bombs while I jog a marathon And leave the Boston bomber brothers buried in their parents' lawn! Rock a stage 'til they claim I'm Frank Sinatra fresh Talk a lot of game that'll make your baby mama stress Knocking out these haters if they claiming that I'm not the best Bottle up my anger, I should probably date Rihanna next The spotlight's the type of sh** Corey likes It's weird that my biggest fear's to live a normal life I don't even care if I get huge off this Long as I don't have to work up in a huge office Use profits to put my kids through college Kicking so much knowledge that I need to get some shoe polish Never catch me rap about the bars I'm buyin' out Only tip I have for a stripper is, "Turn your life around!" 5 AM, never been to bed before Memorizin' set of metaphors 'til my head is sore Everybody trying to talk when I get a tour If we haven't spoke in three years, we ain't friends no more! Wanna judge me? Maybe you should get to know me better Fell in love once, it's almost like I don't remember Frozen ever since you left me in that cold December Starin' at a batch of pills like, "Baby, we could go together!" Y'all are watchin' Corey as he run away But I guess that's a story for another day Back to all these rappers that are sending me pathetic lines While my two cents'll put pennies on your petty eyes Internet gangsta, saying that you let it fly Claiming that we out here, but you never step outside You don't say sh**, it's multis up in every line Why do your hooks sound the f**ing same every time!? Go ahead, you can claim you have better rhymes Have fun playing sets for 25 sweaty guys! It's the same song, nothing's gonna happen All rappers rap about is how good they are at rapping! I'm trying to make music that'll f**ing speak to you In your darkest moment, when nobody's there to be with you Write a catchy song that'll f**ing creep on you Get your girl dancing while she motherf**ing cheats on you! Takin' out your crew, now I'm just k**-streaking 5 AM, guess that they still sleeping Don't stop, every ounce I deserve Keep talking; success speaks louder than words!