$5 Mixtape Man

(And my dollar joker say jesus piece
around my neck and that protect me from my)
Haters who be hatin'
(Lil raff right back at it again what's up)

$5 dollar mixtape man
I'm the motherfucker sitting it the back of the class off of Zan
My collar top-shaped, fam
I got daily doubles
Got the hand of God on my arm, I'm the man

$5 dollar mixtape man
Pocket full of rubbers
If you wanna dance we can dance, I'm just sayin'
My collar top-shaped, fam
Smoother than the butter on your pancake no case, I aint playing

Skin stay shining, prettier than diamonds
Paint me as the Son Of Man, hang me in the garden
Prodigy I'm flawless, Elisabeth Harmon
Imagine me at 43, I'm Vince Carter ballin'

I've been transformed, call it NLE Choppa
Call me Rock Lee, open 7 gates of Chakra
Cool it with your shawty, said you treat her like a hostage
Ironic how she's coming to the terrorist to gossip

Lil Raff back with a lot of pizzazz
Flashback to the past, never touched me a bag
Now every time I touch a mic I get a threat from the press
But I don't gotta respect a killer, I'm paying his ass

(Ha)

Like panda builder build a motherfucking empire
Off a couple tapes, major label hate and agent lies
Only guarantee when I got it like Robbie Rotten
Coughing from the chronic this clot with my brothers often

$5 dollar mixtape man
I'm the motherfucker sitting it the back of the class off of Zan
My collar top-shaped, fam
I got daily doubles
Got the hand of God on my arm, I'm the man

$5 dollar mixtape man
Pocket full of rubbers
If you wanna dance we can dance, I'm just sayin'
My collar top-shaped, fam
Smoother than the butter on your pancake no case, I aint playing

Oh no no no
Oh no no no
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah-eah
Yeeaaahhh

Hands up to the morning sun
Hope it ain't my last one
Hands up to the morning sun
I need another-need another, one more good time

Wax on and wax off I'm like Miyagi
Off the best sauce like hands off I know karate
But I'm good here from the Vil to Abu Dhabi
I can sing like Paul McCartney while getting sloppy from Bonnie

It's a good year, no blimp here, just good beer
I'm B tier, been there, but I aint dragging ears
Had to leave behind a lot of people choking on they fears
Cause the objects in the rear are further than they appear

On another one, Got me going 'Da-da-dum'
Jealous motherfuckers always acting like they taught you some

Sure I took some lessons but when the story-tellin' is done
Writin' on the wall is the fact that I don't owe you none

Um I told you so, on my own anecdote
Power in the numbers but I'm powerful and stand alone

Y'all just sit and pray that the industry gonna throw a bone
Ima see the day I say I did it like Salone
(One more time)

$5 dollar mixtape man
I'm the motherfucker sitting it the back of the class off of Zan
My collar top-shaped, fam
I got daily doubles
Got the hand of God on my arm, I'm the man

$5 dollar mixtape man
Pocket full of rubbers
If you wanna dance we can dance, I'm just sayin'
My collar top-shaped, fam
Smoother than the butter (What?)
On your pancake no case, (Yeah, Yeah) I aint playing

(Lil BOY)

Oh yeah yeah yeah
(Oh yeah yeah yeah)
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah-eah
Ohhhh yeah-eaah yeah-eaahh

Hands up to the morning sun
(Oh yeah yeah yeah)
Hope it ain't my last one
(Oh yeah yeah yeah)
Hands up to the morning sun
I need another-need another,
(I need another need another) one more good time

(Yeah we still got the stacks on deck,
I mean you know, that-that's just how it go)

(FINISH HIM)