K' Lee - 5AM In Rochester PT2 (Lord Frieza Style) lyrics

[Intro:(K'lee)] Yeah NFO till Forever Keep the Roc all together Word, Lord Frieza Style [Verse 1: Yankee Gold] Cotton get loaded my n***a time to pull f**in' triggers Been in that basement too long f**in' rappin' for tigger They hear me scremin' the roc, Like you f**in' wit jigga? Give em ya tape like cole & he probably'll deal ya Like im f**in' familiar I'm at the bottom of the map Times that with these n***as that never'll feel ya They want a spot I want a spot Never sharing familias This NFO is on the go Barricade the fulfillment They like what you instilling? I say b**h I am I k**in' Last year I was a** now I feel like a million But pockets still lintin', f** the feelings, no room for ceilings You shuffling decks, man cut the checks Ain't no room for dealing Why you mad? I ain't mad, I'm just speakin' it realer Don't speak on no sh** you know yo a** can't f**in' deal wit f**in' up rules Use the flows that you been stealin' He said f** too many times Who the f** is he feeling This ol curvy a** chick Them old b**hes that I hit Could never keep up with the sh**s No disrespect to ya'll But let me give yo a** a tip You think I'm finna stay with you When brodie hit the same clit? Please, you only good for yo knees She call me R. Kelly cause I'm pissin' out my seeds Man enough about me & Rap more about me That's body the best n***as be so obvi to test I'm tired of grading papers Always f**in' marking the F I dropped the bird Guess it's time for me to work on my chest Too many rappers in the Roc It's time to cut down the list And n***as always wanna build, but can't afford em brick You throw suggestions at em, but they be to broke for the tip And n***as using big words but you still ain't heard You n***as talkin' bout them corners, but you still ain't curve And To you rappers in the Roc Man you best be on yo jingle I got Charlie Sheen wit me And he best be ready to mingle To these b**hes who ain't worth sh**, but they mouths & some pringles Ya'll need to take a toilet seat wit cha sh**ty a** singles I'm da la soul You day la old My girl sing better than erykah & it's Common we grow And on that lightskin sh**, n***a is common i glow Go head & Get it back Coming through this rap sh** wit facts Im on my boom bap scat Ratatat tat tat tat Hear all these word go BLAP BLAP BLAP BLAP BLAP Hear me rap On theses roads, go for gold f** a plaque Ain't no reason for the treason f** them n***as stabbin' backs Got my n***as, them my n***as Free my n***as from stress It ain't no guess that It ain't no easy way to be the best This early morning work, I'm waking up into the stretch I'm sayin' Peace to the number seven Everybody else get the four nine three eleven b**h & that's Rich, n***a Rap sh**, im the baddest My name use to be Ca**ius I'm so muuuf**in' lavish Bad sh**