[Verse 1: Seymour Black] 5 rep, 5 rep No stove, dope flow, pyrex I'm all about my flips Turn a bootleg to an IMAX Jug phone, trap phone - This phone, that phone See money, need money, seed money These dummies waste money and my time Sexy ladies on my hotline - Got me looking like Hugh Hef I'm booked for the top floor - Why she tryna throw me neck? Came through with the top flow - Got me rapping like you next I still finesse - Dissect, interject, fuel the jet In the mirror like, "you the best" And whip it like I never stalled Cause I don't feel they sh** at all Send shots, and I ain't feel that sh** at all Ten blunts, and I ain't feel that sh** at all Riding clean, but I'm ducked off like I need to be Doing 63 on Cedar Street - Bout to meet a freak Hop out the Linc, hop in the Jeep We taking over, its After 5 Not much to say to my enemies
[Verse 2: DREDAPRINCE] Booming like a trap, do this sh** by myself Rep my own gang, I don't need no more help How we eating - With no stove? Came from ramen - In a bowl Hang with n***as with no soul n***as Frozen, Let It Go Woke up, toked up, Loc'd up Realest n***a? In the mirror East side, from the D - Southside, in Tha Jack No fear in me, know who my enemy I show him inner me, I twist this Hennessy And then I get to swinging Banging, drinking, what he thinking Woodfinger - Lone Ranger, leave his sh** hanging Young n***a with an old soul You bum n***as - On the low-low You So-So, like Def Jam I can whip it up - With my left hand Best friends, what are those? Only pros - Only fam - Only trust What the f**? Gotta always gotta k** a mothaf**a Watch me dumping out the truck when I hit em up [Verse 3: King Jam]