Текст песни: Give Me Five Minutes + перевод

Put me in front of any rapper and I’ll go berserk

If I don’t eat that motherfucker I get no dessert

I’ll bury you assholes 'til I’m old as dirt

With arthritis in my toes and my shoulders hurt

You don’t know this work that I put in, it’s something I do good in

Focus on it even when I shouldn’t

Couldn’t put it down if my life depended

Couldn’t shove a knife in my windpipe to end it

You quite dependent on the hype when you write

It’s like when scientists twist light and bend it

You create a false image, we come across gimmicks

And of course everyone that supports gets lost in it

The rap game changed a long time ago

Please someone take me back to the 90's yo

Guess I’m livin' in the past, so riveted and that’s why I’m driven

Listen I will never give in to the masses

The biz is all corrupt, executive bosses' fault that the culture’s fucked

They all vultures.

Yeah it’s all corrupt

Executive bosses' fault that the culture’s fucked

I say it twice like Mike Jones, whether right, wrong

On the mic I reveal how I feel with a hype tone

And a skill that you ain’t got

That’s why my name’s hot

I’ll make the veins in your brain pop

Now we can bang Glocks, cause you can’t stop hatin'

When I catch you I’m a wet you like a raindrop

So keep yo thang cocked, pull that burner close to you

Cause you’ll be full of woes when that bullet goes through you

I’ll give you as many as the clip in the gun hold

If I see you slippin' them I’m a grip it and unload

I keep it gutter like the clown in that flick «It»

I’m on some sick verbally murder your clique shit

I hop up on the stage and I hock spit

Then walk around that bitch and lyrically talk shit

You hear my name ring in the street, I be bringing the heat

I spit flame and I keep doing my thang on the beats

Ain’t even came to my peak I’m far from it

But I’ll push you off your pedestal and make you fall from it

'Til you all plummet, and that’s why I’m high homie

No it’s not because of all that guap that I got on me

Although I do be fiendin' for the green gotsta

Have my money straight up like a marine’s posture

My team’s mobsters, I gotta mean roster

Catch us at the Lobster eating cuisines pastas

A bunch of bosses, you better never cross us

We ain’t gon' be the type to forget it and cut our losses

We got killers that’ll do the job by the boom

This squad of goons ready to body who out of tune

They’ll get you with the nine or the shotty and on it soon

They’ll prolly end up findin' your body inside a room

Your head bashed in from the lead blastin'

Are we fuckin' with the cash? We can debt his ass then

Never let it pass, I’ll get some vendettas cashed in

I’m a get his ass, I’m a send my head assassin

I ain’t fuckin' with the weed if its name ain’t 'dro

I ain’t hustlin' the yola if the 'caine ain’t blow

Fuck the little shit I gotta have my chain hang low

I got the open up, shoot 'em up, bang bang flow

And can’t nobody do it like me, keep my kicks new and bright, yeah I do it

right B

Got some all white stunners and a blue and white tee

And an all white cap with a blue and white D

I’m so fresh, you never catch Stray slippin', I’m AK grippin'

Marnier sippin' in the Chevrolet dippin'

Up and down the back alley, I’m up in crack valley

Just trying to make a couple stacks in the black Mali'

I got a sack it’s full of Panic Attack Sally

Some good weed I brought back from Cali'

Thieves hopping out the back of Denalis and can’t wait to shoot

If they don’t take you to jail they confiscate your loot

I say fuck a cop, crooked, corrupt or not

They hit the spot and they got you bookin' it up the block

The world chico, and everything in it

Now point me to the game and tell me I can’t win it

Soon as I switch the style, put some old flame in it

Everybody knew my name in a cocaine minute

And now your bitch yellin' it, cause I done fell in it

And I was swell in it, I smoked an L in it

And I don’t want it no more so now I’m sellin' it

But ya’ll don’t hear me everything I’m tellin' you is irrelevant

Cause you just so into my beats

You can hear my drums flowin' feel 'em going to your feet

I was born to be a star, not a no one in the street

If somebody wanna beef, then I’m throwin' 'em the heat

As soon as you hear this you gon' turn it back

Because I burned the track

I’m so hot I make you check your furnace and your thermostat

Should’ve been earned a plaque, and some of them permanent stacks

I’ve been determined since a sperm in the sack

That’s an affirmative fact, shit’s as real as it gets

You hear this skill when I spit, my thug appeal and my wit

I know you feeling my shit, I got that undeniable fire flow

Trying to make my whole entire empire grow

So I can have some people copping my shit

Not to be cocky but I want some fans jocking my dick

On some popular shit

While I’m locking lips with some of the most exotic provocative bitches that

you’re not gonna get

If you small time, that’s why I claim the game, all mine

You cats is slow I flow passed you faster than bar time

While I’m on my way to the top, no way I’m a stop

You adding fuel to the fire saying Stray isn’t hot

Catch me posting in my dicky fit, smoking on some sticky shit

Sipping on liqies now that’s the shit I get jiggy with

My million dollar green got these hollering

Follow me and watch the rims on that old Impala spin

Just like some collagen I had to make my pockets fat

Cock the gat and cock it back and put it to your stocking cap

I used to be a stick up kid so now I think of all the devious things I did

Damn!