5 Minutes of Game

If 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' ****, 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 growin' up in the war zone

Needles outside, dope fiends in and out your home

You don't know shit about gettin' it in a parking lot

You ain't never dropped them zips in a gumbo pot

What you know 'bout standing on the corner with that ready to rock?

My mama used to cook it in there, lookin' like it's Betty Crock

You ain't get money, you don't even know how to treat them knocks

Way ahead of my time, Michael J. Fox

Play the game smart, ****, or lie in a box

Keep it real with yourself and never talk to the cops

'Cause e'rybody a gangsta till a body really drop

Get up real close and watch his head go pop

Chopper long as a box, I just said we was tall

'Cause in wild West Oakland, if you talk that talk

**** better be ready to walk that walk

I'm a artist, I can outline a **** in chalk

I listen, but never speak, I'm a motherfuckin' dog

Banger in my drawers, bitch, it came with the thirty

Me and my **** pitchin' in on a big, ol' birdie

I'm cringe-worthy, my story really authentic

A **** really talk, a **** really lived it

Cypress Village, 10th Street, bitch, I was really in it

If I'm ever talkin' coke, you know it's big business

Murder for hire, we ain't showin' love to no witness

He ain't a chef, then why the fuck he in the kitchen?

He ain't whippin', fuck around, have some pounds missin'

If you ain't cookin' your own coke, you better pay attention

We threw the whip out, ****, we don't do the flinchin'

That slick talk'll erase a whole **** existence

I get to the bag and tell 'em, good riddance

Money under the Christmas tree, bitch, we still winnin'

****, I'ma stay strapped till the world stops spinnin'

Steady stackin' these spinach, I'm knockin' bitches up in this

I tell 'em 'bout the dope game, they know I'm really in it

And I'm just talkin' 'bout my past, lil' mama, see I'm just ventin'

Sending that JPay to my **** in San Quentin

Sending that JPay to my **** in San Quentin

Still on the money mission, I'll be countin' till my hands hurt

**** disrespect me, I'ma show him how that chopper work

Knock on me 'cause I was out here first

We hunt humans, we don't do the snatch purse

That **** talkin' all that shit, he gon' get smoked first

I came to eat **** like I'm Big Lurch

I had the purest coke, ****, on e'ry 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 gettin' money, you **** dyin' of thirst

Execution style, watch his motherfuckin' brains burst

I just put some twelves and by nines in my black hearse

Execution style, watch his motherfuckin' head burst

I just put some twelves and by nines in my black hearse

You goin' broke, you hustlin' in reverse

**** went from goin' to church to the dope takin'

West Oakland, we be with that lick hittin'

Countin' chicken and we don't chase no women

We get spinach, fly as fuck in that white linen

I thank the Lord e'ry day, ****, 'cause I be sinnin'

Fifteen years in the game, bitch, and I'm still in it

**** went from cookin' coke, boy, to pushin' hop

Now you could come and get a cut at my barber shop

Lil' ****, I be on the grind all the time

I'm just a ex-drug dealer with a clothing line

Face shots, if anybody play with mine

I remember I was broke and I ain't have a dime

Me and Nard on the block, we just tryna shine

Livewire, we the realest **** out of mankind

My lil' cousin lookin' clean in that brandy wine

I'm comin' candy apple red for the summertime

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, then I'm gone, ****

Straight to the money, I don't talk on the phone, ****

I'm on the corner like Jordan in the zone, ****

Stackin' everything 'cause I'm tryna buy me a home, ****

I told 'em they gon' miss me when I'm gone, ****

These silly bitches, they just won't leave me alone, ****

God bless me, haters tried to do me wrong, ****

Now I'm on stage like, please keep on your thong, misses

Any disrespect, you sleepin' with the fishes

I tried to told 'em, ****, I come from the trenches

But hard-headed motherfuckers never listen

Hard-headed motherfuckers never listen