Lyrics 5am In Kuwait - Hitta Castro

Yea
Kuz im with the gang we in Kuwait with this one
And we gone ride out that shit got bop bop
All I see is passports & palm trees
Uh
It's hitta

If you in the streets
Then you can relate
I give'em the Real
Cause all of that shit they be spitting be fake yeah
Im back on the grind 24-7 365
But i gotta get mine
If they wanna hate tell'em its fine
But i keep a stick in the ride Wrong move
Ima show how im feeling inside
Put 3 in ya dome I had to leave them alone
Cause they always killing my vibe
Ain't wasting no time It gotta be soon
They copy my style and follow my moves
Im laughing out loud What i gotta prove
Dont you ever get that shit confused
But they in the way They watch what i do
I know they gon hate but fuck it im straight
We in the game niggas is lame
Im on a plane so fuck what they sayin
If im on ya block, Im coming to spin
And if i dont see you im coming again
I told the labels im independent
So if they wanna sign me i need least a M
Im in the field still making plays
I went to jail all because of my rage
I member hustlin plenty of days
How you gon hate makin minimun wage
They wanna connect but it can wait
Im on a plane on my way to Kuwait
Niggas my my clones
They wanna hate me
But im on a whole other timezone

I put that on the set
Cool nigga til you get me upset
They dont wanna see me make it i get it
So when i do it big dont say that i didn't Ugh
Hitta Cas
Grab da gun and blast off
Til he hit the asphault
Its palm trees Foreign money and passports
I know what they mad for
Cause im on the top now
Niggas dont like me
They say that they opps now
They getting hostile
I did some time in the pen and im not proud
Its all pain more dollas
Got it in the balmains
They dont really wanna call names
All you lil niggas small change
They act mean
Speak code in the streets
They dont know what that mean
2 things that i can't stand
Is a friendly hoe and a vaccine
Dont care how it feel
Niggas talk wasn't there in the field
I gotta make it for real
Nowadays you just gotta be rare to be real
Killing the game
Bet they remember my name
I got'em feeling the drip got'em insane niggas be saying they gang
The love ain't hittin the same Ugh
Im not done
Rappers is ass and this shit is not fun
Buncha pill poppin fentanyl lean drinkin niggas i am not them
Im top 5 and not Top 10
Call my shoota he'll spray chrome
Dissconnect'em like a pay phone
And like a pandemic make him stay home
I got they mind gone and they mind blown
Gettin this money what im on
If you dropped a album it ain't going nowhere
That shit going rhinestone
Its deeper than pain keep it real ima keep it the same
I got a strap and you got a strap
If you want nigga we can exchange
The mag burst Im goin in til my last verse
Im going hard til my last thought
Foreign money bad bitches and passports yeah