LETTER 5

[Intro]
This shit make me feel like— (I love this shit slow, love this shit slow)
Like I'm back in 20-2012 or somethin' (If I don't take more, I'm finna take off)

[Verse]
I got out my feelings, but I'm like feelin' up, like, where my stripper bitches in the city?
I'm here for the night and I'm booted, I might spill my cup
Just did a show in the city, like I ain't kill that, huh?
The flight change, niggas went and got business, bruh
Fuck around and OD in some millions, huh?
You can't smoke my blunt, can't fuck my bitch
Can't tote my gun, can't blast my stick, that's all
Instead of playin' open (Woah)
We ain't passin' to these niggas 'cause these niggas ain't open
My flex, white tee, white jeans, white coat (Coat)
Left foot, right foot, just step, let's go (Let's go)
Let's go, outside, smoke
Military weapons, bitch, we movin' like the Pope (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And I don't give a fuck, he could book my shows
Set the city on fire, am I really that cold? (Cold)
Who them young niggas rockin' all Ed Hardy? (Huh?)
Letter 5 t-shirts, got it (Lil' bitch, lil' bitch)
Do them niggas way too snotty
I been Michael Jordan, lil' bitch, I ain't Scotty (Huh, huh)
Or Pippen or Brady, I don't need assistance (Woah, woah)
This shit I be doin' too hard and expensive (Woah, woah)
And, oh, yeah, lil' bitch, I ain't losin' my bitch (Woah, woah)
If you wanna stare, you can take you a pic'
Bitch, I'm A-Rod in the clutch against the motherfuckin' blitz (Blitz, blitz, blitz, blitz)
You wanna find where you lay, we the United Nations, just take you a pick
Lil' bitch, on my grandmother's kids, I'm on my way

[Chorus]
So tired, complainin', I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody, the truth hurts when you lie to me
So tired, complainin', I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody, the truth hurts when you lie to me

[Bridge]
4 A.M., uh, almost 4 A.M. and I'm faded (Woo, woo, woo)
And so far, it ain't too bad, but it's all bad, you away from me
4 A.M. (Woah), uh, almost 4 A.M. and I'm faded (Yeah)
And so far, it ain't too bad, but it's all bad, I'm on my way

[Chorus]
So tired, complainin' (Woo), I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody, the truth hurts when you lie to me
So tired, complainin' (Woo), I'm on fire, don't lie to me
'Cause you treat me like nobody, the truth hurts when you lie to me (Woo)

[Outro]
Smoke my blunt, can't fuck my bitch
Can't tote my gun, can't blast my stick, nope
Can't tote my gun, can't blast my stick, that's all (Woo)
Can't tote that iron for me
Woo