Lights, Camera, Action

[Intro: Top5ivee]
Jay

[Chorus: Top5ivee]
Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in
I was down broke, they ain’t believe me, but I understand
On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in
And when they do, we ain’t stopping, I bet they'll think again
Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this
But don't think I'm not in the field still pulling skits

[Verse 1: P4K]
Big Benz sliding through the set, I love to drag race
Niggas love to speak on the gang, but be in last place
Louis V Chucks on my feet like I got bad taste
Had to get the belt to match the socks 'cause they ain't have Bape
Big bread, bust down the bag, I need a fucking M
If you ain't talking ’bout a lot of bread, then we can’t fuck with them
You wouldn't dare to mix your Wock’ and Tris and drop a Perc' up in it
My mind playing tricks on me, but the strap, it got like twenty in it
Hollow points, I'm quick to bang it out, I make it hard for niggas
Say I'm phased from this thug life, it kind of scarred a nigga
Fell to the bottom of the pit, was left to starve with niggas
But the same Jay ones I starved with made it hard for niggas
Flag a nigga down, I’m out the window, that's a flatline
Better have that strap in your coupe because I got mine
You ain't never with me [?][0:51]
Then slid to the opposition side and try to box 'em in

[Chorus: Top5ivee]
Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in
I was down broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand
On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in
And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet they'll think again
Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this
But don't think I'm not in the field still pulling skits

[Verse 2: EKillaOffDaBlock]
Hop on the road and get that bag, that's what a young nigga into
Up on the block where it's hot, you got your Glock? I got my shit too
That nigga homie died, his mama used to hold box of tissue
That nigga said he had a problem with me, boy, then press your issue
And if I put that bag up on your head, my young niggas gon' get you
Remember pushing in them Hondas, now a nigga need a Benz coupe
That nigga said he had a problem with me, boy, then press your issue
Hop on the road and get that bag, that's what a young nigga into

[Interlude: 5Much]
That's what we into
Mmm

[Verse 3: 5Much]
I'm so sick and tired, so sick and tired for real
Ain't no sympathy for the other side for real
Felt a lot of pain, now I live in sorrow
Where I'm from, you pray that you see tomorrow
Catch an oppa slipping, hollow tip his backside
He a Baby Stone Gorilla and he love to gang slide
Just pulled out walking on that mainline
Nigga, we ain't playing ball, tell the opps it's game time
If a nigga shoot his shot, would I miss you, bae?
Would I wipe that nigga nose just like tissue paper?
If I see you kissing faces now, you gon' fuck me later
Mix the uh with the uh, now I'm high like an elevator
Tryna stack a hundred hundreds, tryna stack that paper
Tryna touch a big bag, rather take later
Told her these Givenchy shoes, not no Chuck Taylors
Told her we just friends now, we can fuck later

[Chorus: Top5ivee]
Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in
I was down broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand
On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in
And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet they'll think again
Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this
But don't think I'm not in the field still pulling skits