J. Stalin - 5 Minutes of Game lyrics

You ain't gettin' money
You on the other side of the fence
In that one man cell, bitch I dreamed of this
Rollie on my wrist
But I come from the D game
Forty thousand cash lil nigga
This a plain Jane
Uh, I'm the one who sold cocaine
Gave you the game
So you ain't have to do it mane
See my pain run deep, I'm so emotional
You wouldn't understand my connection
With the corner store
You don't know shit about growing
Up in the warzone needles outside
Dope fiends in and out your home
You don't know shit about gettin'
It in the parking lot
You ain't never dropped them zips
In a gumbo pot
What you know 'bout standing on


That corner with that ready-rock
My momma used to cook it in
There looking like it's Betty Crock'
You ain't get money
You don't even know how to treat the knocks
I'm way ahead of my time, Michael J fox
Play the game smart nigga, or lie in a box
Keep it real with yourself and
Never talk to the cops
Cause everybody a gangsta 'til
A body really drops
Get up real close and watch his head go pop
Chopper long as a mop
That's the shit we was taught
Cause in Wild West Oakland
If you talk that talk
Nigga better be ready to walk that walk
I'm an artist I can outline a nigga in chalk
I listen but never speak
I'm a motherfucking dog
Banger in my drawers
Bitch it came with the thirty
Me and my niggas pitching in
On a big ol' birdie
I'm cringe worthy, my story really authentic
A nigga really talk, a nigga really lived it
Cypress Village, 10th Street
Bitch I was really in it
If I'm ever talking coke you
Know it's big business murder for hire
We ain't showing love to no witness
He ain't a chef
Then why the fuck he in the kitchen?
He ain't whipping
Fuck around have some grams missing
If you ain't cooking your own coke
You better pay attention
We threw the whip out
Nigga we don't do the flinching
That slick talk will erase
A whole nigga's existence
I get to the bag and tell 'em good riddance
Money under the Christmas tree
Bitch we still winnin'
Nigga I'mma stay strapped 'til
The world stops spinnin'
Steady stackin' these spinach
I'm knocking bitches up in it
I tell 'em 'bout the dope game
They know I'm really in it
I'm just talking 'bout my past
Lil mama see I'm just ventin'
Sending that JPay to my nigga in San Quentin
Sending that JPay to my nigga in San Quentin
Still on the money mission I'll be
Countin' till my hands hurt
Nigga disrespect me I'ma show them
How that chopper work
Knock on me cause I was out here first
We hunt humans, we don't do the snatch purse
That nigga talking all that shit
He gone get smoked first
I came to eat niggas like I'm Big Lurch
I have the purest coke, nigga on every first
Leave your biscuit all limp
Like I'm Fred Durst
You know I'm sick with the shit
You better call a nurse
Me I'm getting money
You niggas dying of thirst
Execution style watch his
Motherfucking brains burst
I just put some twelves and by
Nines in my black hearse
Execution style watch his
Motherfucking head burst
I just put some twelves and by
Nines in my black hearse
You going broke, you hustling in reverse
Niggas went from going to church
To that dope kickin'
West Oakland, we be with that lick hitting
Countin' chicken, and we don't chase no women
We get spinach
Fly as fuck in that white linen
I thank the lord every day
Nigga cause I be sinnin'
Fifteen years in the game
Bitch and I'm still in it
Niggas went from cooking coke
Boy to pushin' hop
Now you can come and get a
Cut at my barber shop
Lil nigga I be on the grind all the time
I'm just an ex-drug dealer
With a clothing line
Face shots, if anybody play with mine
I remember when I was broke
And I ain't have a dime
Me and Nard on the block, we just tryna shine
Livewire, we the realest nigga out of mankind
My lil cousin looking clean
In that brandy wine
I'm coming candy apple red
For the summer time i hustle hard
That keep these bitches off my mind
I hustle hard
That keep these bitches off my mind
I don't wine and dine, I hit
The pussy them I'm gone, nigga
Straight to the money, I don't
Talk on the phone, nigga
I'm on the corner like Jordan in the zone
Nigga stacking everythang cause I'm tryna
Buy me a home, nigga
I told them they gone miss me when I'm gone
Nigga these silly bitches, they just
Won't leave me alone, nigga
God bless me, haters tried to do me wrong
Nigga now I'm on stage
Like please keep on your thong misses
Any disrespect, you sleeping with the fishes
I tried to told them
Nigga I come from the trenches
But hardheaded motherfuckers never listen
Hardheaded motherfuckers never listen