5 Freeway lyrics

[Intro]
(City)

[Verse 1]
I was off for a second, now I'm back
If you lost me, ain't no comin' back
I be prayin' that the whole team advance
Hoop earrings on bling when you glance
I ain't goin' back and forth
I hope they free the homie when he go back to court
I be thinkin' 'bout Nip
Like, "I gotta keep this sh*t goin' strong for the Crips"
600 horsepower flyin' in my Benz
Buyin' Number (N)ine's, sprayed all on my fit
The feds comin' through 'round this b*tch takin' pics
Buildin' Blue T-Shirt, 'bout to sell it for some M's
Next level, baguette link and the Bezel
Blinding everything when I hit the champеzzle
My granny always told me I was special
Whеn she died, man, my life got so hectic
These n*ggas cliquing up, I gotta stay blickied up
They sayin' that it's cool, but I can't trust nothin'
Glock on my hip, that mean murder
Pay the bond, pay the judge, pay the lawyer
Then I'm backflippin' off of yachts, gangbangin' out of drops
I ain't no different from these n*ggas, I just played my card
Royal flush, b*tch, I just beat the odds
Call me poker face from now on
[Chorus]
I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz
Doin' about a buck ten
Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel
Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Bucho)
Like G, do your sh*t
Ain't no stress, go get rich
What we press? Innerprize Clicc (It's the clique)
Up to the neck with this thirty round stick

[Verse 2]
Givenchy, stomp AMG pedals
n*ggas come to the city and get stripped on Rodeo
n*ggas come to the city with that hundred pound pack
Just cash out and I'ma get it where you at
What's clout? n*ggas gettin' killed for it
Like this Bel Air, when I pop, you get spilled for it
Had some n*ggas in my business, wasn't built for it
We was 'posed to get rich, but you switched on me

[Bridge]
Fentanyl killer, long live my n*gga
Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him
Raheem, young n*gga with a dream
Young, fly, curly haired like me
Fentanyl killer, long live my n*gga
Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him
Cross country, get money
Got a Mexican and a snow bunny
[Chorus]
I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz
Doin' about a buck ten
Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel
Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Bucho)
Like G, do your sh*t
Ain't no stress, go get rich
What we press? Innerprize Clicc (It's the clique)
Up to the neck with this thirty round stick

[Outro]
G Perico, Innerprize Clicc, Play 2 Win
And I'm bettin' on my motherf*ckin' self
This the million dollar flip, we ain't got time to play
Cross country, get money
Got a Mexican and a snow bunny