Cohiba Season - Express Five Lyrics

In God we trust
Make money, Make money please

Wake up
Rise and grind it's another day
Let 'em hate I'm just a young nigga getting paid
Half of y'all probably like, "we heard that shit"
Other half didn't deserve that shit
Five o'clock in the morning alarm buzz I hit, snooze
Mind on forty deferred debt to paid dues
All that effort invested, I stuck with the same crew
We still ain't rich, and mainstream rap it still ain't shit
But f*ck it I'm never begging these

Hola Papa! Que te pasa? Bacon egg and cheese

Check my memory, f*ck it I'm never begging these remedial rappers for cosigns
Boy I been killing shit since '09
Kid buzzing like a wasp nest
Flow lockness monster, no weapon formed against shall prosper Lord
Swear I'm over looked
Figured by now that bar would've been
Oversaw, overpaid or overbooked
Nonetheless I'll play my hand fine
Step on my toes, you lose your foot 'cause I'm a f*cking landmine
Waiting to blow, like two hoes off the henny
Playing cee-lo, nothing but panties on under their peacoats
Trained to go
Speaking of trains I need that express five
Trying to get to work on time
Hardly ever get to work on rhymes
Cause after college bills top priority
I guess I need to work on mines and go

Make money, make money money money
Take money, take money, money
Steal money for the bills money money money
F*ck a job I need real money, money
Where the f*ck is my deal money?

Where the f*ck is my deal?
Forreal money, Where is my deal?

Remember growing up with no cheese, no cheese
Pumping for them og's, og's
When they holla at you don't freeze, nah
Little n*gga keep your nose clean, yea

Remember growing up with no cheese, no cheese
Ducking from them police, police
When they pull up on you don't freeze, nah

Poor decisions as a young nigga
Growing up in the slums locals ain't supposed to see the light of day by twenty-one right
Shoot dice, smoke weed another gun fight
Get money, f*ck bitches, slang drugs huh
Luckily I observe, question it all
Seek lessons before the fall, popping bogus checks in the mall
Damn, black market I'm so obsessed with it all
Don't want to sign a three sixty or score checking a ball man

Am I losing my mind
I'm thinking maybe so
Look in my eyes
Passion that made me grow
Future's so bright
But my past is so shady
Said my future so bright
But my past is so shady

Remember growing up with no cheese, no cheese
Pumping for them og's, og's
When they holla at you don't freeze, nah
Little n*gga keep your nose clean, yea

Remember growing up with no cheese, no cheese
Ducking from them police, police
When they pull up on you don't freeze, nah
Remain silent til you proceed

Fed Loan banging my phone, they want their money brother
Five big faces a month, wasn't funny brother
Rent due at both pads, How much do I make
F*ck rap, them scammers in the city breaking bank
Damn it I'm tempted, all that paper is tempting
Get into the game and pay them off with the interest
When your backs against you got to make a decision
But if I'm caught that shits a felony, Never me

Am I losing my mind
I'm thinking maybe so
Look in my eyes
Passion that made me grow
Future's so bright
But my past is so shady
Said my future so bright
But my past is so shady

I could've been, in the police station patiently waiting
Praying for community service, probation
Or be the homeless nigga sleep under the train station
Same clothes for days, in his eyes I got it made don't I
Don't I
Unsure, settle or want more
I wonder what I'm here for