5:30

One-six
I don't force myself to write
I just consider my alternatives
Drugs, fraud, perjury
They ain't seen the worst of me
I'm an undergrad, cattin' for the masters
But the third degree was burnin' me
Some people that would sacrifice the world for me
I can't reciprocate
Tell the truth… you a little late
Money hungry, put my heart up on that dinner plate
But first, though I had a false start
I'ma win the race
The Jake's insidious
Suspect familiar
Said he black like me
But that's a little ambiguous
If he rap like me
Probably got his shit in order
If he shoot like me
He just athletically inclined
But if he slappin' at these kids
It's probably somethin
Bout the trauma
One-six and the spinner one
Six in the spinner drum
Get into your saint arc
Me, I'm in my villain one
You can die as the bigger man
That's why I don't mind bein' the little one
To make it home for dinner comes
It's 5.30