Game feat. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne F.I.V.E. song lyrics

Jogging my memory, the Documentary

Killed that in a drop top John Kennedy

Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me

The old me ain't got shit on what I'm finna be

Nigga I'm finna be still repping the letter B

What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me?

Would I be starving or studying at Harvard

Or would I be a dog of a another fuckin' pedigree

Take away me, take away the su-woo

Take away the gangstar like hip-hop did Guru

Pull up in that new coupe

Take away your girl run her choo choo

Then put it on Worldstar, or Youtube

Yo Tune' what it do

Got some bitches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through

I'm Kobes rings nigga who the fuck is you

Not the nigga with five bitches sitting in the coupe

Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson

Five, I'm ballin', ya I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5

For as long as I live I will rep for five

Like MJ in game five

I got five on it

Five short, Young Tune in this bitch fuck 5-0

Nickel plated 4-5 if I have an issue

Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels

I’m a G, do somethin ’bout it

You ain’t half of me, you ain’t 500 dollars, nigga

And my red bone, 5-5

No hand slapped, but I’m high five

Yeah get with the game or play the sidelines

I dream to get the cover of High Times

Now take 5 paces

And try to guess the color of my shoelaces, red, bitch

Yeah, I’m on my high horse

Now the sky mad at me cause I stole five stars

Got some freaks in the living room gettin’ it on

And they ain’t leavin’ til five in the morn’

(yeah)Young Tunechi, bitch!

Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson

Five, I'm ballin', ya I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5

For as long as I live I will rep for five

Like MJ in game five

I deserve to be top five