JupiterBoyBrian - 5AM

Jupiter Boy go crazy

We been on the same shit for real
Ain't nun' too different with us
Yea
I'll be in your city by five in the morning
Wake up
Getting that cake in the morning
No, I ain't hearin' a word you just said
I wake up and I gotta pray in the morning
I swear I don't fuck with evil, it's haram
You gotta take that shit up with Allah
It's four in the back, one on everybody lap, gotta keep this shit cocked, that's on God

I ain't think you would fold, my dawg
I knew you 'for everyone
When they send shots, we send shots back
Won't stop till I empty the gun
I thought that they had beef with us
You tryna keep the peace with us
You know you can't belittle none of us
We catchin' them bitch, niggas make em' run

I ain't even tryna play no more games
The shit they say, this shit is outrageous
I swear I was locked in, goin' through phases
Look at my life, I flipped them pages
Call up my dawg, "fuck goin' on?
How is you feelin', my nigga?"
I'm so high in this bitch, but I swear to God I ain't felt no happiness in a minute

Know shit get up and down
My nigga, we call it life
But when I went lost, Stro
Can't say that shit was right
When I had lost my papa
Can't say that shit was right
Long live all the guys
You know that shit ain't right

I got some bad hoes tryna spend the block but it's out of spite
Girl, tell me if I come in your town, what we on tonight?
This that VVS, I got you in distress, so won't you dress up
I gave you all that's left, got dyke thoughts in my head like pull the strap up

You said you'd did what you said and it's on video
I beat them odds they said I couldn't, Rey Mysterio
Just grab my hand, watch your step, okay, here we go
I ain't never met no girl I need, but I could be wrong

I'll be in your city by five in the morning
Wake up
Getting that cake in the morning
No, I ain't hearin' a word you just said
I wake up and I gotta pray in the morning
I swear I don't fuck with evil, it's haram
You gotta take that shit up with Allah
It's four in the back, one on everybody lap, gotta keep this shit cocked, that's on God

I ain't think you would fold, my dawg
I knew you 'for everyone
When they send shots, we send shots back
Won't stop till I empty the gun
I thought that they had beef with us
You tryna keep the peace with us
You know you can't belittle none of us
We catchin' them bitch, niggas make em' run

Written by:
Brian Henderson

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