(feat. Boaz)





Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress

A marathon grind like I'm running from rest

It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')

Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress

But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest



The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock

Driving by the cops

Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch

Everything a hustle when you tryin' come buy some guap

I'm a keep grindin' 'till I'm still shining like a diamond watch

Me and boo here bringing you the truth

With all night sessions we just living in the booth

Strong balls like we spitting out 150 proof

Take shots get loose 'till you spitting up yo' food (like ohh)

You see 'dat I'm a need a recap

Grab a weed sack cheap that 'till my feet flat

I got this covered like a pro bowl d-back

Breathe rap been a been known to make the b-clip

Need cash so I'm tryin' to move some trees fast

Tell you where to meet at

Ask you where the cheese at

People 'round the city see the youngin' and respect the grind

Puttin' in th extra time

Guaranteed next to shine



Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress

A marathon grind like I'm running from rest

It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')

Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress

But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest



[Boaz:]

I rise before the sun come up and get my day started

Pray to the most how I roll up my hays and spark it

And then my paper starts to roll in

Money in paper bags

Hammers with laser tags

We grown men

Out on the corner 'till the early morn'

The blood of a hustla gettin' mines before I was born

You get stormed by these tight ass bars

From being easy Mac

Crusin' in lax smokin' weed with no season at

There ain't no reason that these other rappers hatin' on us (why?)

Except these labels anticipating and waiting on us

They get the BBS's radios play us

Then we blaze in the Benz's

And sit this off on BBS's

And from P.A to Texas

These niggas know about me

International hustla can't get no snow without me

Or get no dough without me

Niggas gettin' hardly stackin' on 'er

Early bird get the worm

I'm knockin' at the cracker dome



Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress

A marathon grind like I'm running from rest

It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')

Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress

But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest