Yeah

5pm, we stepping out the door

To the kitchen, super slipping if it's raw

Dine til you shine or grind

Cause team hungry eat the beans up off the floor

The steam from the core, or steam from the kettle

Picking petals til it's three clovers, slip em in the door

Let the system stay persistent, couple inches from the shore

Water through my shoes, so we kick it at the porch

While the singers in the window with the drop down Porsche

But the only droptop is the bottom of my jaw

Stuck in between the mountain and the fountain

See the youth drown out the shouting with a verse and open county

Hungry for the bounty cause the money equals something

Sucker, fucker, motherfucker think he found me

Sun setting over county, but I'm 0-5, no type, from a place you've never been, so how you gon' profile?

Damn, city think I need a cosign

A pretty lame thinking ya boy sitting on a gold mine

So I'ma hop the next flight

Go forward 6 months, 2 week and 1 night

Cause at the end of the week

If the sun still shine and my mind stays mine for 7 nights, I'm sweet

Shit, so grab a fucking CD, hit track 3, uh, and let that motherfucker bleed, wassup