Wale, Skyzoo - 5 Minutes lyrics
Wale [Olubowale Victor Akintimehin] Washington, D.C., U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wale, Skyzoo - 5 Minutes lyrics]
This is only for the Hip-Hop lovers
You want that bullshit - turn the radio on
Skyzoo, Wale
The one and only
Homey still Thelonius with it
The only one spittin' like no one else livin'
No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal
Could breathe on the mic and
Give it epileptic seizures
They turn narcoleptic when them
Niggas start speakin'
Ridin' in that ES with my Nefertiti queen
And eyes low, pardon me, hah
We smoke the kind of green that
Turn the Simpsons Bruce Lee on
Hi-Ya, the higher part of my hierarchy
My mind potent like you high
Off keys or something
Shit, we don't believe none of them
Motherfucker, your career is a conundrum
And none drum, iller than Ninth Wonder
IV, no I can sell like mitochondria
I'm out the country, I'm jet lagging
They can't see me
I'm like the team that brought Brett back
And I'm man-genie
Flyer than the rest of them wale Ovechkin
Fuckin' with that ice
Them Landover niggas check ya
Check one-two, the mic is my weaponry
Lyrically or physically, step to me
You rest in peace watch what I do to beats
I don't need no jewelery
I was underground but wasn't trying
To renew the lease yeah, hello mainstream
I'm a walking dollar bill ain't
A damn thing changed
I got mine while the rest
Of ya'lls was still looking
I'm top five, but no begging, dawg
I for real took it so how they grilling me
Is literally just serenity
Literally, if you say you feeling me
Then you feel Brooklyn
And I don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks
My shoe game is Penny in ninety-six
I move aim, hit 'em and final flip
Whether it's a beat or a scam
I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands
I made ya'll want to be what I am
And as far as your fades I raised
Them all underneath where I stand
I'm pushing it for the corner
Keeping them on the hip and, yup
I gave lyrics a reason to want to live
Fresh off the plane, Hong Kong, Beijing
Felt like I was home
The groupie love was the same
I'm Kobe in an orange jersey
And wrote this from 4: 25 to 4: 30, hah
Okay
Yeah, I mean
I literally wrote that from 4: 25 to 4: 30
That's about five minutes, guy
They call me, S-K-Y-Z-O-O
And I'm Wale Folarin, was raised on go-go
They style is so-so, my Louis from So-Ho
Hoping that Hip-Hop can surface
And go-go again
They go major, the flow is no longer
So everything retro come across so corny
Everything from Bradfords to gimmick spitters
To every nigga who rap and say
'My shit's different!'
So get with us or lose like them niggas
Spent more on these kicks than
Pac-Man spent on strippers
Haha! This just the beginning of
The, uh, you know
The whole process of this Back
To the Feature mixtape dC whatup?
BK whatup? PG whatup? MoCo whatup?
Let me do some shoutouts mo betta - what up?
UCB - what up? Hey Sycamore, whatup?
You ain't' doing shit til you put
10 gees on fantasy football
That's when you know you doing shit
Yeah, bitch
You want that bullshit - turn the radio on
Skyzoo, Wale
The one and only
Homey still Thelonius with it
The only one spittin' like no one else livin'
No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal
Could breathe on the mic and
Give it epileptic seizures
They turn narcoleptic when them
Niggas start speakin'
Ridin' in that ES with my Nefertiti queen
And eyes low, pardon me, hah
We smoke the kind of green that
Turn the Simpsons Bruce Lee on
Hi-Ya, the higher part of my hierarchy
My mind potent like you high
Off keys or something
Shit, we don't believe none of them
Motherfucker, your career is a conundrum
And none drum, iller than Ninth Wonder
IV, no I can sell like mitochondria
I'm out the country, I'm jet lagging
They can't see me
I'm like the team that brought Brett back
And I'm man-genie
Flyer than the rest of them wale Ovechkin
Fuckin' with that ice
Them Landover niggas check ya
Check one-two, the mic is my weaponry
Lyrically or physically, step to me
You rest in peace watch what I do to beats
I don't need no jewelery
I was underground but wasn't trying
To renew the lease yeah, hello mainstream
I'm a walking dollar bill ain't
A damn thing changed
I got mine while the rest
Of ya'lls was still looking
I'm top five, but no begging, dawg
I for real took it so how they grilling me
Is literally just serenity
Literally, if you say you feeling me
Then you feel Brooklyn
And I don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks
My shoe game is Penny in ninety-six
I move aim, hit 'em and final flip
Whether it's a beat or a scam
I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands
I made ya'll want to be what I am
And as far as your fades I raised
Them all underneath where I stand
I'm pushing it for the corner
Keeping them on the hip and, yup
I gave lyrics a reason to want to live
Fresh off the plane, Hong Kong, Beijing
Felt like I was home
The groupie love was the same
I'm Kobe in an orange jersey
And wrote this from 4: 25 to 4: 30, hah
Okay
Yeah, I mean
I literally wrote that from 4: 25 to 4: 30
That's about five minutes, guy
They call me, S-K-Y-Z-O-O
And I'm Wale Folarin, was raised on go-go
They style is so-so, my Louis from So-Ho
Hoping that Hip-Hop can surface
And go-go again
They go major, the flow is no longer
So everything retro come across so corny
Everything from Bradfords to gimmick spitters
To every nigga who rap and say
'My shit's different!'
So get with us or lose like them niggas
Spent more on these kicks than
Pac-Man spent on strippers
Haha! This just the beginning of
The, uh, you know
The whole process of this Back
To the Feature mixtape dC whatup?
BK whatup? PG whatup? MoCo whatup?
Let me do some shoutouts mo betta - what up?
UCB - what up? Hey Sycamore, whatup?
You ain't' doing shit til you put
10 gees on fantasy football
That's when you know you doing shit
Yeah, bitch