The True Ones - FIVE NIGHTS

I used to be all bout love
And friends and shit related
But now I don't give a fuck
Cuz these people moving shady
My mind is on the fence
I gettin a bit shakey
My whole family got the vid
I'm the only one not aching
Y'all niggas pray on my down
Fall but niggas still standin
Throwing shots from afar
Calling me Eli manning
Been corrupted since a kid
This life don't have no meaning
A kid shouldn't have to see
Blood and niggas screaming
I sent these niggas to hell
May God be my witness
Extended clip ona glock
I bet they now believe em
Shit changed my mental
Even now these niggas scheming
I'm destined for greatness
Just gotta wait and see it
Learning with pibby
While I'm crusing round the city
These niggas don't show loyalty
They get to bitchin
Bark Bark
Long as I'm
Ripping shit
None of them
Going to be winning
Stepping on their necks
Never letting them
Breathe
They won't be living
Hitting every word
Every pocket and locket
Come for your spine
Go knock it then
Pop it
Made one of your disc
Come out of socket
No hand outs
No favors
Chewing on this
Beat like a Now and Later
So when should I end you
Now or Later
Fuck on your Bitch
About an hour later
Yeah
Decisions decisions
After y'all heads
Knocking the noggins
By the time this
Verse ends
I'm putting y'all in a coffin
Ten feet deep
So
Best quit all the
Flexing and all
The talking
Now y'all second guessing
Don't be testing
What you ain't study
Now I got y'all attention
Yeah
Five Nights
TTO
Five Nights
Yeah
Five Nights
We stay fucking winning
We stay fucking winning
Stay fucking winning
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Get a bag, Get a bag, Get a bag
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Get a bag, Get a bag, Get a bag
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Get a bag, Get a bag, Get a bag
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Get a bag, Get a bag, Get a bag
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Get a bag, Get a bag, Get a bag
Committed to money
I'm getting a bag
So many extended hands
In my stash
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
I'm throwing out books
I'm dishing out facts
Separating goats
From sheeps
I'm the last
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
We pop out the
Cut like crack
On the ass
Took too many
Drugs and I have
Still haven't crashed
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
We winning nigga
We winning
We winning
We winning
We winning

Written by:
Alvon Kornegay, Fabian Velaquez, John Maylor

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