[Verse 1: Black Cobain]
5 AM in this muthafucka, we still sippin
Spending cheese on the women, n***a that's big pimpin
Forever faded, I know Lucifer waiting
Brought this shit to fruition, took my n***as to Vegas
Who's better? Them never, Lo sweaters
Motion pictures, my n***as, no extras
This BOA know they loving the crew
She just wanted the last, thought I wanted it too
Real n***as never hate another man
You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand
But you forcin it and it's unfortunate
They won't be reaping the benefits of new porches is
Folarin said we 6 million and running
So I'm just making sure my verses count for something
62 dreams, roll a date with some lean
It's 5 in the morn, yea I'm on the scene

[Verse 2: Black Cobain]
5 AM in this muthafucka we still sippin
Sin City, my God, we still tippin
Get these n***as the blues until they all crippin
This for my n***as hustlin until they last minute
My n***as buying time: Rolexes
If XXL frontin on me I do it four X
I stared death in the eyes a couple times
My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes
Laugh in a hater's face, tell him that he a broke n***a
The devil is alive, but what's it to a cold n***a?
I know I know, I do not mean to boast
It's looking easy my n***a, a rap finger roll!
Road to riches: who riding shotgun?
Who knows my worth and gonna take the charge when the cops come?
Righteously living, I know all my verses be cold
I be asking myself: am I selling my soul? Huh?