5000 – derrickwithaexclamationmark Lyrics
INTRO
I never stopped looking at him in the light he put himself under
(In the light he put himself under)
VERSE ONE
I’m ‘bout to nut
Been clapping this hands for the past fifty minutes
A knock at my door, now we got to start over, fuck…!
I’m ’bout to…I’m ‘bout to… Nut
It’z nuts! How they got him on his fours, and caption “wrestling a pet lioness”
Empathy sipping from different places
Dominion, these chains are generational huh?
But the common phrase, “poverty is the enemy” is so much prevalent
That mask isn’t gonna work for the desired outcome
The prodigal sons will return, ain’t nothing new undеr the sun
Now I see few holes in my pot
But thеse agua don’t quench our thirst
Mister, you missed the deadline, hizi damages ain't gonna give you much
They put me on the bench and played politics
None of these players on me levels, I’m scorching
Even if they do come in prayers
They probably will need a transfiguration
The way I move seamlessly over these beats
Simmer down, compose yourself for the news!
I’m ‘bout to…, I’m ‘bout to…
I’m ‘bout to…, I’m ‘bout to… nut!
VERSE TWO
Alfu tano masaa I been working the album
5000 more, we are waiting for the outcome
I’m outdone, and I’m so proud of my ass—
Cause it went to work
Put the pen to paper and write “my heart out”
M-Y H-E-A-R-T O-U-T
I can give you something you’ve never seen
Here’s my heart! I rip it out for you
Something you’ve never seen
Here’s my dick, I pull it out for you
Hmm. Five in the air, five on your face
You can’t see me, nah, I’m John Cena
After nimekusanyaaa
Plug flani alinitoa mali kwa mkono juu nilikuwa newcomer hiyo area; fuck Tasia
My jaw hurt like I got tetanus
Nikipiga hiyo mali haipigiki, ai Tasia
But na-appreciate your kindness and accommodation
My homie a real one, roof over me when I needed a break (God bless your heart!)
And still y’all gave the man a difficult time
The Wicked don’t rest
But you put his quest to a test
The liars lose the continental vote of confidence
Traveling in a hotel, a plenty of men, now she got many debts
Somebody change the young mind
They even discriminating us on our own land!
Somebody save the young lad
Instagram fallacy, and babes got my boy in a particular corner
Talk shit to me, I got bills to pay
I’m chasing bag evridaii
In my black Mercedes or Porsche
I did have a loud pride, and a strong mouth
Even do giveaways, write my woman a poem
I fell so hard, but sure I’ll bounce back — a facade
On my quest to update the court of public opinion
Oh shit! I’ma say it how it is
They hate me for being a artist
Mosta women can’t make content
Take bodies away, you got nothing and camera
Say she wanna be my girl? No. Ask is she mine?
Come buy me a drink…
In conclusion, broke bitches don’t deserve dick!
