Scottie, Army Regime - 5:10 AM Lyrics

I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
It’s 10 after 5 and I’m here with my guys man this ain’t for the weak
Just some niggas with heart All my brother is sharks and we armed to the teeth
I been nice from the start, they can’t tear me apart, I might tear up the beast
Like a piece a paper leave a nigga puzzled once I air out the peace
Was out in murder ave, I mean Myrtle ave a couple blocks from the p’s
With no such thang as a community garden just blood on the leaves
If you banging we banging
We don’t leave em hanging, that’s fruit for the trees
Tryn get back to my roots, I got too much to lose, that’s a mental disease
Thankful to my dad I had a ceiling
Ironic I don’t really got a ceiling
Always had a pot to piss in while I’m cooking on the skillet
Writing with the pen a nigga never had a sentence
I got too much to remember I’ma chemist
Science class nigga How I’m rapping in the kitchen, got beef, send shells
Make em fold word to Taco Bell
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
Yea
Bitch I could sleep when I’m dead
My cousin was Melo, he wanted to bang in the ghetto that nigga took 3 to the head
I started flipping money, used to flip the mattress when my little brother peed in the bed
But now we mobbing ima need it in red
Still the army but the fleet is ahead
5 in the morning, I started praying on the money phone so I could speak to the dead
My momma told me any nigga could bleed
My conscious told me be the reason they bled
All them bitches used to leave me on read
Now they see a nigga posting the queen
You bogus bitches wouldn’t know what it mean
We on a mission cuz I chose the regime
I never sleep
But I’m used to it now
Long nights turn my room to a cloud
Reminisce on the days when they left me in the wind
Now I’m thinking how niggas didn’t lose in awhile
Can’t smile, couldn’t do it since losing Gemeyl
Contemplating if they like my shit
Getting lost in the dark, and my thoughts past 4 in the morn
Let me light my spliff cuz
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep

I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
It’s 10 after 5 and I’m here with my guys man this ain’t for the weak
Just some niggas with heart All my brother is sharks and we armed to the teeth
I been nice from the start, they can’t tear me apart, I might tear up the beast
Like a piece a paper leave a nigga puzzled once I air out the peace
Was out in murder ave, I mean Myrtle ave a couple blocks from the p’s
With no such thang as a community garden just blood on the leaves
If you banging we banging
We don’t leave em hanging, that’s fruit for the trees
Tryn get back to my roots, I got too much to lose, that’s a mental disease
Thankful to my dad I had a ceiling
Ironic I don’t really got a ceiling
Always had a pot to piss in while I’m cooking on the skillet
Writing with the pen a nigga never had a sentence
I got too much to remember I’ma chemist
Science class nigga How I’m rapping in the kitchen, got beef, send shells
Make em fold word to Taco Bell
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
Yea
Bitch I could sleep when I’m dead
My cousin was Melo, he wanted to bang in the ghetto that nigga took 3 to the head
I started flipping money, used to flip the mattress when my little brother peed in the bed
But now we mobbing ima need it in red
Still the army but the fleet is ahead
5 in the morning, I started praying on the money phone so I could speak to the dead
My momma told me any nigga could bleed
My conscious told me be the reason they bled
All them bitches used to leave me on read
Now they see a nigga posting the queen
You bogus bitches wouldn’t know what it mean
We on a mission cuz I chose the regime
I never sleep
But I’m used to it now
Long nights turn my room to a cloud
Reminisce on the days when they left me in the wind
Now I’m thinking how niggas didn’t lose in awhile
Can’t smile, couldn’t do it since losing Gemeyl
Contemplating if they like my shit
Getting lost in the dark, and my thoughts past 4 in the morn
Let me light my spliff cuz
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep
It’s 5 in the morning, I’m down in the studio cooking up heat
I kill it they mourn it, you don’t know my story, I came from the streets
A god in ya presence, I search for a blessing it’s been outta reach
I’m playing for keeps
I never sleep