5 AM in London

Lyrics

[Intro] ELI It's like, um, five o'clock in the mornin' or some' Shit, we in London, you know what I'm sayin'? Max told me he gon' get up out the zone I know that he lyin', but he tryin' I told my niggas, "Stay up out the phone 'Cause I heard there's time on the line" I told my brother that I'm comin' home Even though I'm miles from the guys [Verse 1] I'm feeling like I ain't been in the kingdom in a minute And I got addicted to spendin' thousands on linens And I got addicted to all these drugs, what a feelin' And I got addicted to the mud, boy, what a feelin' I came from dirty crackhouses and dope dealin' I'm in the back of warehouses, I'm dope dealin' I came from bald heads in it like I'm Krillin I'm tryna tell ya', for real And I got a bitch bad, buss it like Mona Lisa Ridin' like Six Flags, my niggas are keepers And I gotta bitch mad, beggin' for me to keep her I had to call my doctor, I got a lil' money fever Callin' my lil' partner, I need me another liter Don't know where I'm goin', I'm just goin' I could care less if I ever see you Don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I'm goin' [Verse 2] I love to see you leave, I hate when you stay with me I feel good on my lonesome Turn it up eight degrees if you ever play with me I got money, I'm on one G-17 with a long one I heard the last strain a strong one I keep this bitch in a leglock I got the game in a strongarm Every time we at the table I came with some' I ain't never need you to pay for none I ain't never need the tears and the cries I was always fiendin' the love from the guys I was feeding the mouths of the poor Servin' Ziploc bags full of lies [Outro] ELI