5 O'clock Lyrics - Boaz

Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death 

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress 

A marathon grind like I'm running from rest 

It's (5 o'clock in the mornin') 

Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death 

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress 

But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest 

The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock 

Driving by the cops 

Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch 

Everything a hustle when you tryin' come buy some guap 

I'mma keep grindin' 'till I'm still shining like a diamond watch 

Me and boo here bringing you the truth 

With all night sessions we just living in the booth 

Strong balls like we spitting out 150 proof 

Take shots get loose 'till you spitting up yo' food (like ohh) 

You see 'dat I'mma need a recap 

Grab a weed sack cheap that 'till my feet flat 

I got this covered like a pro bowl d-back 

Breathe rap been a been known to make the b-clip 

Need cash so I'm tryin' to move some trees fast 

Tell you where to meet at 

Ask you where the cheese at 

People 'round the city see the youngin' and respect the grind 

Puttin' in th extra time 

Guaranteed next to shine 

Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death 

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress 

A marathon grind like I'm running from rest 

It's (5 o'clock in the mornin') 

Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death 

And following a dollar finds nothing but stress 

But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest 

(Boaz) 

I rise before the sun come up and get my day started 

Pray to the most how I roll up my hays and spark it 

And then my paper starts to roll in 

Money in paper bags 

Hammers with laser tags 

We grown men 

Out on the corner 'till the early morn' 

The blood of a hustla gettin' mines before I was born 

You get stormed by these tight ass bars 

From being easy Mac 

Crusin' in lax smokin' weed with no season at 

There ain't no reason that these other rappers hatin' on us (why?) 

Except these labels anticipating and waiting on us 

They get the BBS's radios play us 

Then we blaze in the Benz's 

And sit this off on BBS's 

And from P.A to Texas 

These niggas know about me 

International hustla can't get no snow without me 

Or get no dough without me 

Niggas gettin' hardly stackin' on 'er 

Early bird get the worm 

I'm knockin' at the cracker dome