5 Minutes of Game - J. Stalin

You ain’t gettin' money

You on the other side of the fence

In that one man cell, bitch I dreamed of this

Rollie on my wrist, but I come from the D game

Forty thousand cash lil nigga this a plain Jane

Uh, I’m the one who sold cocaine

Gave you the game, so you ain’t have to do it mane

See my pain run deep, I’m so emotional

You wouldn’t understand my connection with the corner store

You don’t know shit about growing up in the warzone

Needles outside, dope fiends in and out your home

You don’t know shit about gettin' it in the parking lot

You ain’t never dropped them zips in a gumbo pot

What you know 'bout standing on that corner with that ready-rock

My momma used to cook it in there looking like it’s Betty Crock'

You ain’t get money, you don’t even know how to treat the knocks

I’m way ahead of my time, Michael J. Fox

Play the game smart nigga, or lie in a box

Keep it real with yourself and never talk to the cops

Cause everybody a gangsta 'til a body really drops

Get up real close and watch his head go pop

Chopper long as a mop, that’s the shit we was taught

Cause in Wild West Oakland, if you talk that talk

Nigga better be ready to walk that walk

I’m an artist I can outline a nigga in chalk

I listen but never speak, I’m a motherfucking dog

Banger in my drawers, bitch it came with the thirty

Me and my niggas pitching in on a big ol' birdie

I’m cringe worthy, my story really authentic

A nigga really talk, a nigga really lived it

Cypress Village, 10th Street, bitch I was really in it

If I’m ever talking coke you know it’s big business

Murder for hire, we ain’t showing love to no witness

He ain’t a chef, then why the fuck he in the kitchen?

He ain’t whipping, fuck around have some grams missing

If you ain’t cooking your own coke, you better pay attention

We threw the whip out, nigga we don’t do the flinching

That slick talk will erase a whole nigga’s existence

I get to the bag and tell 'em good riddance

Money under the Christmas tree bitch we still winnin'

Nigga I’mma stay strapped 'til the world stops spinnin'

Steady stackin' these spinach, I’m knocking bitches up in it

I tell 'em 'bout the dope game, they know I’m really in it

I’m just talking 'bout my past, lil mama see I’m just ventin'

Sending that JPay to my nigga in San Quentin

Sending that JPay to my nigga in San Quentin

Still on the money mission I’ll be countin' till my hands hurt

Nigga disrespect me I’ma show them how that chopper work

Knock on me cause I was out here first

We hunt humans, we don’t do the snatch purse

That nigga talking all that shit he gone get smoked first

I came to eat niggas like I’m Big Lurch

I have the purest coke, nigga on every first

Leave your biscuit all limp like I’m Fred Durst

You know I’m sick with the shit, you better call a nurse

Me I’m getting money, you niggas dying of thirst

Execution style watch his motherfucking brains burst

I just put some twelves and by nines in my black hearse

Execution style watch his motherfucking head burst

I just put some twelves and by nines in my black hearse

You going broke, you hustling in reverse

Niggas went from going to church to that dope kickin'

West Oakland, we be with that lick hitting

Countin' chicken, and we don’t chase no women

We get spinach, fly as fuck in that white linen

I thank the lord every day, nigga cause I be sinnin'

Fifteen years in the game, bitch and I’m still in it

Niggas went from cooking coke boy to pushin' hop

Now you can come and get a cut at my barber shop

Lil nigga I be on the grind all the time

I’m just an ex-drug dealer with a clothing line

Face shots, if anybody play with mine

I remember when I was broke, and I ain’t have a dime

Me and Nard on the block, we just tryna shine

Livewire, we the realest nigga out of mankind

My lil cousin looking clean in that brandy wine

I’m coming candy apple red for the summer time

I hustle hard, that keep these bitches off my mind

I hustle hard, that keep these bitches off my mind

I don’t wine and dine, I hit the pussy them I’m gone, nigga

Straight to the money, I don’t talk on the phone, nigga

I’m on the corner like Jordan in the zone, nigga

Stacking everythang cause I’m tryna buy me a home, nigga

I told them they gone miss me when I’m gone, nigga

These silly bitches, they just won’t leave me alone, nigga

God bless me, haters tried to do me wrong, nigga

Now I’m on stage, like please keep on your thong misses

Any disrespect, you sleeping with the fishes

I tried to told them, nigga I come from the trenches

But hardheaded motherfuckers never listen

Hardheaded motherfuckers never listen