Kirk Knight, Joey Bada$$ - 5 Minutes lyrics

Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott [Brooklyn, New York. USA.]

[Kirk Knight, Joey Bada$$ - 5 Minutes lyrics]

I got so much so much fuckin stress on my
Mind real quick holmes
Vibe for a nigga real quick, my nigga
You know what I'm saying?
Word up, word is bond and all that

Lust demon gets hornier and hornier
As the kills gets gorier and gorier
From corridors to corner stores
Catch him on the block
With the orphans through the street
Violins playing as another
Black coffin speaks at the thought - of
Another ignorant phone call
Who is this? Calling me at
5: 47 in the morning
Crack of dawn and why she mourning
Bittersweet, hit it both ways
Now I'm scorching first things first, man
You fucking with your hearse
So rehearse who you coming at
Aye aye squintin' at Captain Kirk
Star trekking, playing my role
But still follow scenes tread
Enemies, friend up ahead of me
Show no empathy, get smashed like a centipede
Sent to energy
Don't bug me with your sympathy
You ran a whole train on a bitch
She still suck a mad dick
When the clock tick
As I elect no cause of politic, uh
Could you picture the damage that we afflict
Uh? I'm staring at my own, own fucking depth
Backwoods smoking out my motherfucking chest
5 minutes to death, I'm still in bed
Get high at rest
As I arrest the sex pin, my love reminisce
Learn to architect, computerize love
It's that project that'll shock her
Back to cardiac arrest
I got some problems that I
Can't get away from
If all else fails, know I got my day ones
I got five on it, keep a nigga face numb
Fuck five on it, keep a nigga face numb
I got some problems that I
Can't get away from
If all else fails, know I got my day ones
I got five on it, keep a nigga face numb
Fuck five on it

My trigger finger get hornier and hornier
Finger fuck the grip til it spit on a cop
A warning shot for the warden
Holla, say the word if you want it
I'ma bring the ward in
Peep holes straight through ya doorman
My sound reach foreign
Y'all still be local, I'm in this foreign
My vocals still ain't focal
Rap game in a chokehold
I smoke those who don't know
Who could get lunged in the
Air by the dope flow
Matter fact, I flow dope
Bars by the boatload
You said you ready for war
Boy I just hope so
Let me vindicate for all my
Indica syndicates what I indicate
Been the great
The Flatbush renegade niggas been afraid
Squeeze the life out you
Rap niggas like lemonade
Yo, Kreeper say the word and I eliminate

I got some problems that I
Can't get away from
If all else fails, know I got my day ones
I got five on it, keep a nigga face numb
Fuck five on it, keep a nigga face numb
I got some problems that I
Can't get away from
If all else fails, know I got my day ones
I got five on it, keep a nigga face numb
Fuck five on it

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