Starting 5 Freestyles The 5 Fingers of Death lyrics

[Verse 1 - Fashawn]
Yo
It feels good not waking up to a random thought
Had more b*tches on my blade than Lancelot
B-boy's stance in my Pumas and Stan socks
Since the same box b*tches been giving sandbox
Y’all call them Lambos, I call them lamb chops, your man's hot
Been cold as ice with the pamphlet
These n*ggas never has stripes like Stan Smiths
What I write is high-priced like the vanquish, Aston
That's why you hardly see me in traffic kid
It’s Cape Town with my Africans, South Side with a couple Chiraqi kids, don't need Laxative, just infest the sh*t, uh
Hazardous, and I am not an activist for you activists
I mean advocate for you activists
I be on some ratchet sh*t
I might pass the mic, I might pass my b*tch
Nah that was an accident, I didn't mean to say that
I love my lady, love you, Never pass her

[Sway]
"Phi, what you got? You next to rock, welcome to Sway in the Morning Phi!"

[Verse 2 - 070 Phi]
Okay, n*ggas kissing hoes in the mouth now, that's how we rockin'?
She got you spending your money before it's in your pockets
And now you mad, complaining, 'cause you ain't seen the profit
You need to stop it, really, you need some logic, look
A pure excuse for a Trap n*gga
Ya ain’t never had your stomach touchin’ your back, did ya?
Ya ain't really getting it to bring this sh*t back with ya
They just wanna hit some hoes to say you that n*gga, I peep the motive
Look, they don’t even need that sh*t to be decoded
n*gga I been out here working like I need promotions (Come on)
Smoking blunts to the face, 'cause I don't need commotion
I left that girl in the place, 'cause I need devotion
I need passion, I need expression, I need love
Tryna keep my connections, because I need plugs
And that’s a talk for the bosses, cause I don't need drugs
I need my n*ggas in office, get that sh*t G'd up
They tryna legalise marijuana, but free my n*ggas from prison for tryna feed they Momma?
They tryna put it on us, as if we the problem
But we couldn't sell the product, if they wasn't shoppin', Wow
The Black Market need black couches and black carpets
And when I die, bury me inside a black coffin
But don't come to my funeral if you that awkward
Keep it real with your people, I bet it lasts longer
[Sway]
"Phi! Sway in the Morning, Shade 45, we got another back, hyenas up in here, Ezri, welcome home! Ezri on the mic, turn him up turn him up!"

[Verse 3 - Ezri]
There we go, there we go
I say
Shoutout my guy Wonder over there (yeah DJ Wonder) (What you say ezzy?)
What do I say?
b*tch I'm in the stu', I'm not a party goer
Uh, I just hit your ho up when the party over
Uh, and I hardly show up when she call me over
Done with Hilfigers, still n*ggas got the Tommy on us
On the PJ, thinking 'bout them ho in my pyjama moments
My brother let her pop bands, we look like the Jonas'
They only posing for a post, them n*ggas not opponents
You had a hit that hit the dirt with a defining moment
Tell your ho to get of my cohones, My neck look like I hold a sack of trophy, uh
I met the money, ever since it's like I'm not as lonely, uh
I know them n*ggas on a business level, not as homies
I gotta say I'm doing decent for a black man, ay
These Nikes on me, but we pullin' up in black Vans, ay
And when I spit the sh*t too deep, I feel like Batman, ay
I gotta make it, I'd never had a back plan, ay
These n*ggas, [?]
Yeah Stro, what you got?
[Sway]
"That's Ezri right here, we got Stro the MC! Sway in the Morning, Shade 45, Stro the MC is back home!

[Verse 4 - Stro]
It be like this
They like Stro's on doubt with the sh*t, don't come to the war, if Buddhists on skim row
I'm just a rap fiend, tryna make the track scream, now that you on my di*k, like cops with black beans
Row your boat, rhyme schemes, getting mass streams, just a bad dream, I be filling up caffeine, Waking n*ggas up
Group things, split them up, rip 'em up, leave moisture like I spring the bus
Leather dream, love a Queen, with a bigger butt, kid think I'm widowed but I only tryna get a nut
If we cord them on a turf, we'll stick 'em up
Whole lotta name brands, y'all rich as f*ck
And I'm starving, get your sh*t ate like my Saxon Ave apartment, back in '08
I got flavours to n*ggas from most states, uh
Y'all got flavours to n*ggas with no taste, uh
Remember the beginning, they slept the whole way
Now they got my name in they mouth, call Ye
With delay, very few, holy vibe is the god, but I raise hell son, like Carrie too
Run out, drop n*ggas and dumb out
Know my catalog ain't yay, but when it come outI
Support bruh, like a tittie for the city
Some think I'm stressed 'cause I don't act silly
But, slow your row, like your legs was broken
Who's joker, I'm king of the jokes, so why should I lope?
The Game corrupt, I'm like Daz
Really got dogs, man y'all don't know the half
I'm laidback, jack, y'all know the swag
Sometimes I feel too real for photographs
They like, "Crack a pose", this n*gga make a cracker pose, with a bounce that demands his soul
I'ma be labeled a legend when the plans are foul
Hoes get out of the clothes, put hands to toes, the man, the rose
My homie told me I'ma be the greatest so I'm getting acclimated
To being the most hated, b*tch I ain't jaded
I'm like Michael but the vitiligo couldn't fade it
Move, f*ck all ya rules, Stro's flagrant
Interrupt cells, stop ya homeostasis
Body rappers on a day to day basis
[Sway]
"That's Stro the MC! Sway in the Morning Fire Friday Cypher, yo Cantrell! You next to rock Cantrell!"

[Verse 5 - Cantrell]
Y'all hear me good? am I good?
Look, As I excel
Smoke your favourite rapper, then I exhale
You couldn't get these bars on Excel 'cause, n*ggas Microsoft
I heard they ride waves, I'm Poseidon in the flesh, I hope you swim well
If that's your CD then you runnin' out
That's Ludacris, it's just word of mouth
Here, instrumentals getting slaughtered out
I see, Rihanna ain't pulling out
I'm back in my bag, My foot in yo' ass I told you, what beef?
I might go vegan, n*gga's tofu
They got bars, what we got next, it's even
Prayers up, [?] how I broke you
Never stood a chance but you ain't gon' win this one, get it?
Never stood in chains but your ankle wear in this one?
Moving on, show my stripes so it's official
Maybe I should start rapping sh*t about a pistol like
Four or five, n*ggas in a whip, holding Nines, hope you got, nine lives because numbers don't lie, in the pump, got a kit like [?]
Better Foster your People before the feel get messy
That's too many bars for you to keep up
I've got too many scars for me to keep up, Draculas
Blood-suckers getting no love here, and closed mouths don't get fed, you better speak up
To all the lame n*ggas glorifying guns
Have you ever had a semi-automatic to your mental, while a n*gga applying pressure for the fonds, at a drop of a dime, he could've dropped me like a punt, Don't muff these, bars that I'm spitting with a Brady on, Michael Brady on 'em for the bills and the checks
They been working n*gga, check your chest
I've been working n*gga, check my packs
Look, Starting 5 is really Like Top 5
[?], and bust rhymes
You wanna see how we get alive?
Then pull up at S.O.Bs to see them 5, how we get it done
On the downside, don't wanna hear sh*t out of, your mouth

[Verse 6 - Cantrell]
Mind to the skies I'm never going to fail
If I'm signed to Nas, I'm never going to hell
Eyes on the prize, It Ain't Hard to Tell, that by Halftime, I'm out by 30, your ship has sailed, I need
Big green man I'm God Son's two, I know the best of us do Yeshua, Holla Haezus
n*ggas f*cking anything these days with two shoes
Set they tail on a donkey they up in there too, but
See I ain't judging, y'all I ain't judging
We make waves and you play in puddles
My big dogs they ain't wearing muzzles
Red nose to the money talk you sounding awful, you see
I ain't with the violence, don't condone
Homies know that I be chilling in my zone
And n*ggas talk hard on the phone one day, know they 'bout as hard as, Dragonfly Jones, look
Phone call from a n*gga that need millions, put it in perspective I ain't working hard enough
Red pill to blue pill, I'ma choose, harden up, word to Shawn, not a bluff, I'm diamond in the rough, time to run our numbers up
Cost them boy, let's grind 'em, where'd you find 'em? I was chilling in the south homie, working on the skill, f*cking b*tches, sipping little, not much but still, working on growth and such, rapping with a bible
Black skin my ensemble, new plan dropping like, Scarlet takes the tumble, we can't, hit you if you mumble better say it with your chest, time to lace 'em up and, tangle with the best, look
B-boy demeanour, boy that boy been getting meaner, rappers scared, I'm makin' movies homie tell me, have you seen 'em? Got the cheat sheet if need it, cements to the semen, Sway, and all I did was believing look
Ten toes everything, come back ten four, Free bubble from the creep that's how that sh*t go
I be the n*gga that eat free look, Puma on my feet, click tight like Penrose, I'm out here searching for something
Drinking a little, Parties and f*cking
Me answer phone calls but my friends all be ducking
Homies want their daughter, she ain't wanted for nothing
I see both sides like Chanel, I knew that I be that n*gga when I was 12
I knew that I be that n*gga when I was 12, look, Starting 5 beat down if you put us on the shelf, and you really know, how it really goes look, we got foes like, riding foe foe's down

[Verse 7 - Stro]
Stro the MC
If 'trell's gon' do that, I'ma have to keep going, and pursue that
When I say "that", you know I'm talking 'bout the mic, n*ggas thought they nicer than Stro, Ha, sike
Uh, Let's kick the sh*t that they like
Matter fact, love, grip mics like a glove
n*ggas look lonely, you need a hug
Everybody in the game tryna be a thug
sh*t is sad, came through like a dad
Son n*ggas, spit like a gun n*ggas
Run n*ggas, do this sh*t for fun n*ggas
And I'm broke, can't forget about the funds n*ggas
That's why you gotta come to the show, cop a little merch
We leave 'em in the dirt, you know we putting work, like we ain't got papers, Snap 'em we even got more flavour, What's the caper? I need the information, n*ggas so sick, like a doctor got patients
Matter fact I'm lying, 'cause I be in a rush, I be rushing (Russian) like Trump team, What the f*ck?
Gotta keep on going, and keep flowing, Stro the MC you a snail, you keep slowing, Yah, Procrastinatin', I Roc the Nation, I'm the greatest
That's what I say in the mirror, gotta get the vision clearer, I know you hid her, Starting 5 on the microphone, Take your sh*t home
n*gga I'm a dog, where's the bone?
I do it on my own, Matter fact I'm lying, we got Mass Appeal, they be youngin' the deal, and now we gotta kill, now we on the tour, it's like, stay bleeding we keep it raw
I just ate steak overseas, that sh*t was good
My n*gga Ez, Ohio that's his hood

[Verse 8 - Ezri]
Right, yeah
And they know
Shoutout to my n*gga Stro
We are not the type to be starting sh*t
I just know n*ggas ain't as hard as these artists is
Besides the cart, these n*ggas softer than cartilage, they offer me to support it these labels giving out starting kits
We went to war for this, actually had to starve for this sh*t
We exhausted, we actually gave our hearts to this sh*t
The role-playing and sticking to every part of the script
These n*ggas acting but they ain't playing no part in this sh*t
Charge it to the game, I just swiped my card in this b*tch
I'm calling shots before I'm calling it quits
I'm shooting shots before I'm calling the hits
They sending shots, they alcoholic and sh*t, creep out the dark with this sh*t
I saw the top and then I targeted it, I still got talents I ain't marketed yet, and businessmen that I ain't partnered with sh*t
Like Phil Knight, real sh*t, boy we all need a check
I just do it, n*ggas rather do that talkative sh*t
I'm done speaking and tryna explain things
To those that ain't been exposed to the same things
Same goals but we don't playing for the same team
We they A-Team, you the away team
My n*gga got that stick, it ain't no slingshot
We pull out fire-fire-fire, took down three ops
Pull this piece out, then I bet these n*ggas peace out
I don't like violence though, I always take the peace route
My bro be selling peas, he's in G's [?], he used to sell them jeans
He's spending G's now
Why these n*ggas getting face tats for the street clout?
You did a boof, tell the truth, they tend to leave out
I feel like a king, I'm in LA, and [?] King, wow
n*ggas hating, that's why we gotta stick in the beamer, uh
[?]
I need a Rollie, but in the school, G-Shock
What Phi got?
Let's see what my n*gga Phi got!

[Fashawn]
"This is rap for the black people"

[Verse 9 - 070 Phi]
This is rap for the black people, Look
Blowing the wind like the signals of internet
Told them get it together I guess they didn't get it yet
All the comments that you leaving and the mentions
Looking for attentions when you could go get a check
Patriotic with these builds boy, just call me bill a [?]
Coaching 'em on approaching, this pressure with diligence, oh
Raised like Tom Brady, like f*ck your Mom, pay me
They say they want you to shine, but trust is all Shady
Not even M&M's they eat, they want you looking Slim
Put so much weight in these bars, I'm really in the gym
Getting slim, tryna clear them [?] lord, I've given in
Shooting shots of freedom, tryna live Above the Rim, Like
Mellow hoodie to start the season
Was never okay to see people with all this grieving
Plus lil homie got the rock, he looking for a reason
My heart is beating, Day jobs get off the seating
But look, you see there's rules to this sh*t, younging
Just keep it cool, watch them dudes, you be with something
Could pop up and expose all, that's not tough, Black rough
That's why I'm up in Sway tryna climb up
My mind stuck on success, That's what I dwell on, rebellion, taking the leap of faith, knowing I'll enjoy what I fell on, but never fell off, I keep my word, mark it, with so much drive for me to park it
These n*ggas lost it, coulda had it
All of my bars cinematic, but still so real you could've grabbed it
But they had to pop a pattern when you stepped on the field
I made P on the beat, after that for my will, I need some property for commodity that's my philosophy, me and the game practice monogamy, ain't no knocking me down, keep it low 'cause them Cosby around, like Dimelo tryna knock me for pounds, steaming smoke on the rags, but this exotic, straight to the head, brain-storming on some ways to keep the family fed
That's what's all about, no doubt in sight, we gon' set it off right
I crash pens if I write, 'cause my words so weigh
I'm bound to blow like Kurt Cobain
Hoping it don't make me blow like Kurt Cobain
It's a, gift and a curse when you coming for fame
Know if I could get it, everything could be the same, f*ck it I can hang
Gotta be better than this life we living, never been one to play the games 'cause I don't like the system
And, to all them hoes I never paid attention
When you get the cold shoulder don't tryna play the victim
I play the Hitman, killing my competition, they non-existent
No one's conflicted, I'm godly gifted, I'm just tryna beat the game so I'm on a mission
n*ggas stuck on gross street, waiting on permission
My bad I f*cked the flow, but I'ma fix it, and then I'm gonna pass it Fashawn, we on the Starting 5 picking up the cash and you know we gotta dash it

[Verse 10 - Fashawn]
Yo
Channel the flow
Channels ero, dark mythical tales of a digital scale
Visits to jail, from villains not willing to tell, rather sit on they bell
Rather sit in a cell
Lifestyle of the endangered, harboured with anger, swallowed by anguishing greed, do or die, ultimatum either take it or leave
Catch a body then it safe to believe, it's taking the breeze
This lifestyle ain't for the faint of heart, razor sharp
Harder than [?], No A-salaam Aleikum talk
n*ggas is like bacon, let us achieve, while they stay on my feet
Congregations to haters they need to take in the knees [?]
[?], you will acknowledge the best
Never minding respect, yo
This ain't Checkers this is obviously Chess
My n*gga

[Sway]
"Starting 5, Ladies and gentleman, the Starting 5!
Sway in the Morning, Shade 45!
You just heard some of the illest MCs in the game today
Give it up for my man Cantrell ladies and gentleman!
Too for Stro the MC! too for Ezri! too on my man Phi! and Fashawn!
Starting 5 Tour at SOB tonight, make sure you get the Starting 5 Volume One compilation on all platforms
Man we just did a 5 Fingers of Death and didn't even know it