Pouya - Five Five

MTM, hit 'em with the heat I can be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked I'm that down south 5'5" Florida boy, still rolling them dice Better pay yo' dues, better stay low-key, bitch, don't mind me Ain't going back, put it on me, I'ma live lavishly I can be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked I'm that down south 5'5" Florida boy, still rolling them dice Better pay yo' dues, better stay low-key, bitch, don't mind me Ain't going back, put it on me, I'ma live lavishly Welcome to the South Side, where them cute hoes do you dirty In my city, we don't fist bump, we dap up and get to swervin' In that '06 Vogue, money on overload Momma, we never going back to poverty Fuck that, hoes on the floor like a rug rat, crawling at my feet Rappers been mumblin', talking about nothing They got the kids stumblin' off of the Xannies Now killin' themselves so slowly and I feel like Mick Foley When I'm in your bitch raw, can't hold me back I'm feeling myself, still rocking a shoelace for a belt Only thing changing is my lanes and payments rates I raise the stakes, I raise these rappers from the grave So put some respect on my name My flame is reigning with no label Momma said, "Get that bread and lay low" While you sippin' on your Faygo 45, blow off your halo I can be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked I'm that down south 5'5" Florida boy, still rolling them dice Better pay yo' dues, better stay low-key, bitch, don't mind me Ain't going back, put it on me, I'ma live lavishly I can be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked I'm that down south 5'5" Florida boy, still rolling them dice Better pay yo' dues, better stay low-key, bitch, don't mind me Ain't going back, put it on me, I'ma live lavishly