5 A.M by Joey A.X Lyrics
The same hoes that used to never give a fuck
Are lining up for orgies in the front of my bus
I dont stress em, plus I got a wife now
But still, they won't pipe down, until I lay the pipe down
My dreams changed now, I just wanna see change
In the world, before I just wanted to see change
A little show money, my mother raised no dummy
My hype is real, my bars why J Cole'll love me
I won't even state I am Caucasian
I'm a hustler, I seen dope in every shade
I'm a poet, so I stroke the pen in different ways
I'm the character these frat rappers would love to play
I am more hip hop than old track suits
Rockstar, somebody had to bring back Axl
Cuz the internet doesn’t need another dance
From some garbage ass lame who just lied about his advance
Fuck the industry, I answer to divinity
You herbs must be kiddin me with all of that piddly
Word play and non sense, concepts unconscious
Their bank account's a run on sentence- there's no commas
So...
My agent told me trim the fat, the opposite of soft
I told her since I run my city I can burn it off
And all that shit on the radio you should turn it off
Terminal to your soul - Joey don’t be influenced at all
I only turn to God when I'm in a pinch
My flow could make the devil see red like it's Frankie Finch
Limited supply of hour glass sand
This game'll take your heart like it's our ass mannn
So I keep it fresh on my 10 Deep, Castle Crook
Plus shit from Europe you ain't seen in no look book
All those who ignored now look shook
Leaves in the autumn off the trees in the breeze
That proceed to become pressed into the paper for my book
These bird brain dudes try to make me pigeon holed
But I'm gone, an leave their pigeons pigeon toed
Get out my lane if you have never seen the Killin Zone
Dangerous, we can leave your buzz with a missing dome
Art school reject of that talented and gifted
Outta this world, You're gay Bruno, I'll be Mars lifted
From Wall street royalty on down they'll know me
To fatherless Foster kids in a Taxi, Jodi
I'm a grown man drink, Joe Cuervo
Grab dick if they wanna Analyze This Dinero
It ain't about money when the world needs a hero
So I nominate myself for that position from here on
Are lining up for orgies in the front of my bus
I dont stress em, plus I got a wife now
But still, they won't pipe down, until I lay the pipe down
My dreams changed now, I just wanna see change
In the world, before I just wanted to see change
A little show money, my mother raised no dummy
My hype is real, my bars why J Cole'll love me
I won't even state I am Caucasian
I'm a hustler, I seen dope in every shade
I'm a poet, so I stroke the pen in different ways
I'm the character these frat rappers would love to play
I am more hip hop than old track suits
Rockstar, somebody had to bring back Axl
Cuz the internet doesn’t need another dance
From some garbage ass lame who just lied about his advance
Fuck the industry, I answer to divinity
You herbs must be kiddin me with all of that piddly
Word play and non sense, concepts unconscious
Their bank account's a run on sentence- there's no commas
So...
My agent told me trim the fat, the opposite of soft
I told her since I run my city I can burn it off
And all that shit on the radio you should turn it off
Terminal to your soul - Joey don’t be influenced at all
I only turn to God when I'm in a pinch
My flow could make the devil see red like it's Frankie Finch
Limited supply of hour glass sand
This game'll take your heart like it's our ass mannn
So I keep it fresh on my 10 Deep, Castle Crook
Plus shit from Europe you ain't seen in no look book
All those who ignored now look shook
Leaves in the autumn off the trees in the breeze
That proceed to become pressed into the paper for my book
These bird brain dudes try to make me pigeon holed
But I'm gone, an leave their pigeons pigeon toed
Get out my lane if you have never seen the Killin Zone
Dangerous, we can leave your buzz with a missing dome
Art school reject of that talented and gifted
Outta this world, You're gay Bruno, I'll be Mars lifted
From Wall street royalty on down they'll know me
To fatherless Foster kids in a Taxi, Jodi
I'm a grown man drink, Joe Cuervo
Grab dick if they wanna Analyze This Dinero
It ain't about money when the world needs a hero
So I nominate myself for that position from here on