5AM On The Eastside Video (MV)

I'm a money-counter king, a count it up cowboy she want a quick fling
She know that I'm a wild boy, know I'm a big thing
I still make time for her, I'm walking down the cheese
I had to wait in line for it
Rule number one, the game about its longevity
Locked in for life, that's a third-degree felony
Baby, how you play it? I'll be your Russell or your Bellamy
Watch out for these snakes, I see the envy and the jealousy
I seen this shit coming all along, the game be testing me
Gotta move right, but I'm still checking to the left of me
Blood, sweat and tears all done went into the recipe
Yeah, I ain't caught up in the hype shit, I'm just caught up in the equity
I'm like Hakeem in the post the way I shake back
Looking at them goddamn losses like, yeah, I ate that
Always been a stand-up nigga, I know they hate that
When you moving with the big fish, they like to bait that
They say Picasso used his colors, I'm just using my words
He say the chicken ain't enough, he pluck a feather off birds
And if the numbers make sense, we gonna agree to the terms
And they know my word good, so it ain't no concerns
You know me, I was schooled by them hard knocks
Mama told me, boy, you better go and you don't stop
OG say they moving goofy, know we gon' watch
My franchise like the Spurs, nigga, bet we all pop
Like extra, extra, read all about it
Tap into that nigga, turn yo one into a thousand
Trying to reach the top, but I'm still looking down the mountain
My cup stay full, you is talking to the fountain
I'm looking at Alayah and Jayce
I gotta get it up, looking at the safe in the bank
Like I can't get enough, focused on the pape
Hope they feel it, cause I can't get in touch
Focused on the pape
Hope they feel it, cause I just feel it rush
I was schooled by some stand up niggas
Believed in baby luck
If it ain't about me and mines
Then I don't give a f*ck
Ain't touch the ball, all damn game
Think I'ma give it up
Nigga really come from survival
It's time to live it up
I was the one you called on whenever shit got tight
How you gon' leave me in the dark, but wanna be in the light
I'm pulling up every time don't care if it's day or it's night
You know them hits was kind of hard
But I was still ready to fight it, shit
My milk spilled
I ain't cry about it
I was buried in that dirt
Best believe I got a diamond out it
Nigga came too much sauce
Must be thousand island
Fell down a couple times, but I'm still climbing
Tell her hop up on the plane
She wanna change the climate
I'm only talking money
Niggas wanna change the topic
It's like an 8-ball steady moving out of pocket
I gotta move low, because they steady watching
Shit, wherever I'm at, you know the grass green
Flip it all goddamn day
My pockets trampoline, got this shit
Jumping out the gym like Zach Lavigne
Smooth money getting nigga
Yeah, that's a bad breed
They ask me, do you want the love, or do you want the check
Unlike the money, spent the love, and I couldn't get it back
I miss my brother, miss my thug
Shit, I can't get him back
This shit got hard
It was a struggle, but I'm still intact
I got Margielas on my feet, Gucci on my wrist
I'm staring at my bezel
It look just like a brick
I get her what she want
She never throw a fit
I pass it to my dogs
I never throw a pick
We in the same boat, but, nigga, this a different wave
If I don't do nothing else, shit, I'm getting paid
Type of chicken nigga get, they think I'm raising cane
These niggas tender, niggas pussy, and these niggas lame
I learned to never hate the player
You got to love the game
And if you appreciate the strength, you got to love the pain
Because like they say, without it, tell me how you really gain
And if you ain't never came through then, how you really gang
How you really gang
Nigga, you ain't never came through then
How you really gang
Nigga, you ain't never came through tell me
How you really gang
Nigga never came through