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lirik lagu express five – cohiba season

[intro]

in god we trust
make money, make money please

[verse: cohiba season]

wake up
rise and grind it’s another day
let ’em hate i’m just a young n—a getting paid
half of y’all probably like, “we heard that sh-t”
other half didn’t deserve that sh-t
five o’clock in the morning alarm buzz i hit, snooze
mind on forty deferred debt to paid dues
all that effort invested, i stuck with the same crew
we still ain’t rich, and mainstream rap it still ain’t sh-t
but f-ck it i’m never begging these…

(hola papa! que te pasa? bacon egg and cheese)

check my memory, f-ck it i’m never begging these remedial rappers for cosigns
boy i been killing sh-t since ’09
kid buzzing like a wasp nest
flow lockness monster, no weapon formed against shall prosper lord!
swear i’m over looked
figured by now that bar would’ve been
oversaw, overpaid or overbooked
nonetheless i’ll play my hand fine
step on my toes, you lose your foot ’cause i’m a f-cking landmine
waiting to blow, like two hoes off the henny
playing cee-lo, nothing but panties on under their peacoats
trained to go
speaking of trains i need that express five
trying to get to work on time
hardly ever get to work on rhymes
’cause after college bills top priority
i guess i need to work on mines and go

make money, make money money money
take money, take money, money
steal money for the bills money money money
f-ck a job i need real money, money
where the f-ck is my deal money?

where the f-ck is my deal?
forreal money, where is my deal?

[methodman speaks]

[hook]

remember growing up with no cheese, no cheese
pumping for them og’s, og’s
when they holla at you don’t freeze, nah
little n-gga keep your nose clean, yea

remember growing up with no cheese, no cheese
ducking from them police, police
when they pull up on you don’t freeze, nah

[verse: cohiba season]

poor decisions as a young n-gga
growing up in the slums locals ain’t supposed to see the light of day by twenty-one right?
shoot dice, smoke weed another gun fight
get money, f-ck b-tches, slang drugs huh?
luckily i observe, question it all
seek lessons before the fall, popping bogus checks in the mall
d-mn, black market i’m so obsessed with it all
don’t want to sign a three sixty or score checking a ball man

[bridge]

am i losing my mind
i’m thinking maybe so
look in my eyes
p-ssion that made me grow
future’s so bright
but my past is so shady
said my future so bright
but my past is so shady

[hook]

remember growing up with no cheese, no cheese
pumping for them og’s, og’s
when they holla at you don’t freeze, nah
little n-gga keep your nose clean, yea

remember growing up with no cheese, no cheese
ducking from them police, police
when they pull up on you don’t freeze, nah
remain silent til you proceed

[verse 2: cohiba season]

fed loan banging my phone, they want their money brother
five big faces a month, wasn’t funny brother
rent due at both pads, how much do i make
f-ck rap, them scammers in the city breaking bank
d-mn it i’m tempted, all that paper is tempting
get into the game and pay them off with the interest
when your backs against you got to make a decision
but if i’m caught that sh-ts a felony, never me

[bridge]

am i losing my mind
i’m thinking maybe so
look in my eyes
p-ssion that made me grow
future’s so bright
but my past is so shady
said my future so bright
but my past is so shady

[outro]

i could’ve been, in the police station patiently waiting
praying for community service, probation
or be the homeless n-gga sleep under the train station
same clothes for days, in his eyes i got it made don’t i?
don’t i?
unsure, settle or want more?
i wonder what i’m here for?

- cohiba season

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