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Lyrics

[Intro] Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, geah [Verse 1] I come from bottom to the top I seen a lotta niggas fall Top to bottom, cause they flow wasn't hot Them niggas swore they was chillin, reality they not That's why I'm in the spot, treat the stu like the pot I'm cheffin' up that product, get my strip back in order Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter That's why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggas givin' free hits and You niggas let 'em sample it, neva give 'em the work Now his tape better than your album, sales lookin' hurt I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was twenty time Industry is fucked up, they back to sellin' niggas dimes Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not Thats why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit Who lie about sellin' drugs? Album ain't sell shit, nigga [Chorus: (Scratches)] Yo you heard the title, nigga 5-3-4 I'm that same cat With the fofo long You niggas bust shots (Yeah) but you throw yours wrong Who flow like Bleek? Think, no other You heard the title, nigga 5-3-4 Niggas didn't want that (Yea), I'm still where you pump at You catch me (Yea) on anybody block How you love that? [Verse 2] I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different I got the soft and hard top, you could tell I'm livin' I got that thraaat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches It ain't no heaven for a G, go to hell with it My life is deep, motherfucker please delve in it Started with promo, no homo, movin' 12 inches Pimp the game, Comin' Of Age at 12, bitches (Thats when I had well-wishes) Niggas call me prince of the city Next in line, for the king of new-yitty, pity How the same niggas that bailed wit me, bailed on me Took too many pulls of the L on me Drank up all the Kool-Aid, left glasses in my kitchen Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes [Chorus: (Scratches)] Know the game and the name I ain't change for shit Yo you heard the title, nigga 5-3-4 I'm that same cat With the fofo long You niggas bust shots (Yeah) but you throw yours wrong Who flow like Bleek? Think, no other You heard the title, nigga 5-3-4 Niggas didn't want that, I'm still where you pump at You catch me on anybody block How you love that?