5 AM in London

(Eli)

It's like, um, four o'clock in the mornin' or some'
Shit, we in Lindon, you know what I'm sayin'?
Max told me he gon' get up out the zone
I know that he lyin', but he tryin'
I told my niggas, "stay up out the phone
'Cause I heard there's time on the line"
I told my brother that I'm comin' home
Even though I'm miles from the guys

I'm feeling like I ain't been in the kingdom in a minute
And I got addicted to spendin' thousands on linens
And I got addicted to all these drugs, what a feelin'
And I got addicted to the mud, boy, what a feelin'
I came from dirty crack houses and dope dealin'
I'm in the back of warehouses, I'm dope dealin'
I came from bald heads in it like I'm Krillin
I'm tryna tell ya, for real
And I got a bitch bad, buss it like Mona Lisa
Ridin' like Six Flags, my niggas are keepers
And I gotta bitch mad, beggin' for me to keep her
I had to call my doctor, I got a lil' money fever
Callin' my lil' partner, I need me another liter
Don't know where I'm goin', I'm just goin'
I could care less if I ever see you
Don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I'm goin'

I love to see you leave, I hate when you stay with me
I feel good on my lonesome
Turn it up eight degrees if you ever play with me
I got money, I'm on one
G-17 with a long one
I heard the last strain a strong one
I keep this bitch in a leglock
I got the game in a strongarm
Every time we at the table I came with some'
I ain't never need you to pay for none
I ain't never need the tears and the cries
I was always fiendin' the love from the guys
I was feeding the mouths of the poor
Servin' Ziploc bags full of lies

(Eli)