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RichOffE - 5Real Lyrics



RichOffE - 5Real Lyrics




(I'ma cut your shit, pray that you don't get hit)
(Just earned yourself a diss 'cause you thinking that you sick)
(I'm a ticking time bomb, I'm a f*cker like your moms)
(Motherf*ckers feeling threatened no reason, I'ma give 'em one)
(Motherf*cker, I'm a real motherf*cker)
(You been punching in the clock like a real f*cking sucker)
(If it's ball, then I'ma slugger, I been feeding on my hunger)
(Call yourself a brother but you really just a number, bro)

I ain't even use energy, though it gon' sound like it
Turn into a memory, put 'em in the ground
Like it's artist of the century, they shit getting elderly
Hopping over the place, I ain't go about it tenderly
T.R.A.P. Records, more like T.R.A.S.H. Records, you ain't moving nothing
Medicated, no sedated, f*ck they think I'm playing
Going Super Saiyan, think I'm out of line, then you might catch a stray
If you a dog then you a stray, shit all over the place
I'ma take your life for mines, I ain't worried 'bout mines, ain't been snorting on no lines
Rapping while I'm sober so I feel it going over
They heads ain't in the right place, what more is there to say
Do this in one take, like Jay, flexing all over the place but I don't got to, motherf*cker
Writing this diss, I been writing this lick in the middle of the day, I been feeling on them rays
Sun on my skin and you living in a cave
Can't handle all the heat so you been spending all your days
Caved in, all the heat so I been blazing
Eyes on Asian, jar 'em up like they was Mason
Racing to the check, I might have a few casualties
Stomping on they neck, flexing all of my faculties
Before you put a comeback, I'm gone too long
Comeback Kid, you ain't looking that strong
Can think of better ways to use my time but I gotta let 'em know
This that "make 'em quit" shit, it's a murder that I wrote
Murder, She Wrote, you been going out of date, though you new to the scene
I'ma clean this shit up, selling all you lil' pups
Mr. Clean, ain't no team to clean this shit up
So what's up, you been stuck in a rut
Cigarillo butts in my ashtray, do it my way
Becay, more like Begay, I could do this anyday
Put 'em on a dinner plate, got nothing to say
If you on my time, I'ma put you in line, I ain't worried 'bout mines, yeah
Think of better ways to use my time but I gotta let 'em know
This that "make 'em quit" shit, it's a murder that I wrote
Murder, She Wrote, you been going out of date, though you new to the scene

(I'ma cut your shit, pray that you don't get hit)
(Just earned yourself a diss 'cause you thinking that you sick)
(I'm a ticking time bomb, I'm a f*cker like your moms)
(Motherf*ckers feeling threatened no reason, I'ma give 'em one)
(Motherf*cker, I'm a real motherf*cker)
(You been punching in the clock like a real f*cking sucker)
(If it's ball, then I'ma slugger, I been feeding on my hunger)
(Call yourself a brother but you really just a number, bro)

Preying on the weak, this my prey of the week
I'm already moving on, I ain't trip on no tweak
Greedy like I'm 03, do this shit since '03
Make 'em know me, I'ma come up fast
But I'm walking slowly, drop your loc for a Rollie
If money is the goal, your ass is the goalie
Slowly creeping up, they been sleeping on the number one stunna, I'm the number one
Making music like it's candy while sipping on my brandy
You gon' study this track like it's the motherf*cking final
Study this track like it's the motherf*cking bible
I'ma jack 'em up like Michael, catch 'em in a vicious cycle
I ain't even got no rivals, I just tower like I'm Eiffel
Send 'em down into a spiral, new wave like I'm a tidal
You need a shower like you bridal, I ain't worried 'bout reprisals
Lord know that shit recycled, yeah

I ain't even got no rivals, yeah
I just tower like I'm Eiffel, yeah
Send 'em down into a spiral, new wave like I'm a tidal
I ain't worried 'bout reprisals, yeah

I ain't playing
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(I'ma cut your shit, pray that you don't get hit)
(Just earned yourself a diss 'cause you thinking that you sick)
(I'm a ticking time bomb, I'm a f*cker like your moms)
(Motherf*ckers feeling threatened no reason, I'ma give 'em one)
(Motherf*cker, I'm a real motherf*cker)
(You been punching in the clock like a real f*cking sucker)
(If it's ball, then I'ma slugger, I been feeding on my hunger)
(Call yourself a brother but you really just a number, bro)

I ain't even use energy, though it gon' sound like it
Turn into a memory, put 'em in the ground
Like it's artist of the century, they shit getting elderly
Hopping over the place, I ain't go about it tenderly
T.R.A.P. Records, more like T.R.A.S.H. Records, you ain't moving nothing
Medicated, no sedated, f*ck they think I'm playing
Going Super Saiyan, think I'm out of line, then you might catch a stray
If you a dog then you a stray, shit all over the place
I'ma take your life for mines, I ain't worried 'bout mines, ain't been snorting on no lines
Rapping while I'm sober so I feel it going over
They heads ain't in the right place, what more is there to say
Do this in one take, like Jay, flexing all over the place but I don't got to, motherf*cker
Writing this diss, I been writing this lick in the middle of the day, I been feeling on them rays
Sun on my skin and you living in a cave
Can't handle all the heat so you been spending all your days
Caved in, all the heat so I been blazing
Eyes on Asian, jar 'em up like they was Mason
Racing to the check, I might have a few casualties
Stomping on they neck, flexing all of my faculties
Before you put a comeback, I'm gone too long
Comeback Kid, you ain't looking that strong
Can think of better ways to use my time but I gotta let 'em know
This that "make 'em quit" shit, it's a murder that I wrote
Murder, She Wrote, you been going out of date, though you new to the scene
I'ma clean this shit up, selling all you lil' pups
Mr. Clean, ain't no team to clean this shit up
So what's up, you been stuck in a rut
Cigarillo butts in my ashtray, do it my way
Becay, more like Begay, I could do this anyday
Put 'em on a dinner plate, got nothing to say
If you on my time, I'ma put you in line, I ain't worried 'bout mines, yeah
Think of better ways to use my time but I gotta let 'em know
This that "make 'em quit" shit, it's a murder that I wrote
Murder, She Wrote, you been going out of date, though you new to the scene

(I'ma cut your shit, pray that you don't get hit)
(Just earned yourself a diss 'cause you thinking that you sick)
(I'm a ticking time bomb, I'm a f*cker like your moms)
(Motherf*ckers feeling threatened no reason, I'ma give 'em one)
(Motherf*cker, I'm a real motherf*cker)
(You been punching in the clock like a real f*cking sucker)
(If it's ball, then I'ma slugger, I been feeding on my hunger)
(Call yourself a brother but you really just a number, bro)

Preying on the weak, this my prey of the week
I'm already moving on, I ain't trip on no tweak
Greedy like I'm 03, do this shit since '03
Make 'em know me, I'ma come up fast
But I'm walking slowly, drop your loc for a Rollie
If money is the goal, your ass is the goalie
Slowly creeping up, they been sleeping on the number one stunna, I'm the number one
Making music like it's candy while sipping on my brandy
You gon' study this track like it's the motherf*cking final
Study this track like it's the motherf*cking bible
I'ma jack 'em up like Michael, catch 'em in a vicious cycle
I ain't even got no rivals, I just tower like I'm Eiffel
Send 'em down into a spiral, new wave like I'm a tidal
You need a shower like you bridal, I ain't worried 'bout reprisals
Lord know that shit recycled, yeah

I ain't even got no rivals, yeah
I just tower like I'm Eiffel, yeah
Send 'em down into a spiral, new wave like I'm a tidal
I ain't worried 'bout reprisals, yeah

I ain't playing
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Writer: Ethan West
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