Produced by 5th Child. Additional production by Skratchin Jackson.
lyrics
Send shots to your way, no flirt.
It’s a million different ways to leave these n***** in the dirt,
Child labor victim, I’ve been putting in the work,
Since knee-high, sippin’ Nehi in my Levi’s,
When y’all was chasing ice cream trucks in your Reeboks,
I was in the duck trying to scoop senioritas,
California love, I was born on the seaside,
Album cut classics, fan lose it off the B-sides,
Rappers better throw up their peace signs or resign,
Find a change a plans or find their fans on the decline,
Put the paws on em’, make the backtalk rewind,
Created in the image, ain’t a blemish on my design,
Seen the IT movie, it’s some clowns in the underground,
I don’t break a sweat, send the hounds out to hunt em’ down,
Scarin’ em’ to death, ain’t no sounds when we come around,
Blame it on my pops, he gon’ frown if I dumb it down,
Straight loungin, skraight lounging,
N**** living like he flipped coins in a fountain,
Then it came true, now my view’s from the mountain,
Ya boy is sick in the head, I think I need counseling,
Shout out to my therapist and all forgotten derelicts,
Trying to spread awareness before I do it with a pair of fists,
N***** blaspheme, rain wrath on the heretics,
They by having swag but they raps is embarrassing,
Racks in the caravan, How you think I done this?
Before I went conscious I was eating n***** lunches,
Legend in the region that ain’t founded assumptions,
Where you think I’m headed, see the arrow on a compass,
Trying to make a fortune I can share with an accomplice,
A queen in the shotgun, leaning on her armrest,
Beamin’ from her top to her toes in a sundress,
I would keep stunting but it’s never been a contest,
The better man is obvious, Stevie coulda peeped that,
Keep the feedback, I would do it just to free blacks,
Crackers on one, robbing n***** for they SESAC,
Every nickel and dime of mine, I’ma need that,
Show me where the keys at, I do this for the culture,
Dude is unfocused? Tell him move a little closer,
You can spend your whole life zooted off of doja,
But I’ma keep it playa, I ain’t losing my composure,
Trump call me Caesar, I ain’t never wore a toga,
Empire’s everywhere I roam with my chauffer,
Angels out front squash craniums of cobras,
I’m chillin’ on a isle, not the lanes in the Kroger,
Catch me down in Christ Church hanging with the Bajans,
Stampin up the passport, my life is so amazing,
I ain’t just saying stuff, I’m trying to make a statement,
For every black boy that spent his nights in the basement,
Workin’ on this hip hop, represent the nation,
Radio don’t recognize real, flip the station,
Tastemakers try to play God, we don’t praise them,
Cosigns for folks with bad credit, you can save them,
Made men are never man made,
Don’t get it twisted,
I just had to lay it down on some 5th shhhh…
credits
from Which Way Is Up?,
released June 19, 2018
S. Brown; W. Jolly
From recording karaoke machine mixtapes with his older brother, to independently releasing nine solo albums of original
material, 5th Child has evolved into one of the South’s most groundbreaking hip-hop artists. Hailing from Jackson, MS, 5th Child blends southern bravado with thought-provoking and soulful lyrics, & gives listeners mesmerizing rhythms to rock to and grow from at the same time....more
