SNT JMS - 1.2.3.4.5.I.N.A. (Whoa) Lyrics

Wipe the sleep out ya eyes
It shouldn't come as no surprise
Was a Sunday in the summer
That's the day I realized
I was top billing
I was top gun
I was top flight
Lil black boy in the mirror
Told me I could be top 5, Aye

And I had 12345 new jobs
My paper funny like them Calvin Hobbes
But then Snt Jimmy caught the vibe
Til the day I'm top 5
Illest nigga alive
Im coming like whoa
Yeah yeah I'm coming like whoa
Uh, I caught the vibe
Til the day I am top 5
Illest nigga alive
I'm coming like whoa

Sure did take yo sweet time
After Hova, Cole and Kendrick
How could I be top 5
Well I ain't never been on time a day in my life line
Used to call me late bloomer
Now I'm zoomin' in my prime, Aye
Finger tips, pushing Jesus finger tips
Like hurry and put me on
Before this shit all over with
I came to speak the truth
Coming off my lips, it's intense
Who made men's mouth
The great I Am representative
Got it tatted on my neck yeah we major
These ink and needles got me focused like a laser
You want Jimmy to be great how can I say no?
Bitch ass niggas go head and stay home
Nobody f*ckin' with
Nobody f*ckin' with me
Maybe I don't belong
I'm Daewan Song kick flipping
Right over these jokers
Post up what its supposed to be
Mostly roasting up these toasters
Until they all notice me
Whoa is me
Focused lately
But this ain't no Jodeci
Had to do this for my woes
I keep them good ones close to me
Believe I'm worth the wait now
Slept thru the phone alarms and time bombs
So I might be late now, check
Got a lot on my plate now, Check 'em check 'em
Snt Jimmy
Talk to em quickly
I got family tripping
But no problem dripping
I'm so prototypical it take a pro to tip me
Far as baddest muthaf*ckas
I cant help but live it
Out loud, Bow!

I had 12345 new jobs
My paper funny like them Calvin Hobbes
But then Snt Jimmy caught the vibe
Til the day I'm top 5
Illest nigga alive
I'm coming like whoa
Yeah yeah I'm coming like whoa
Uh I'm coming like whoa
Yes sir
Until the day I'm top 5
Illest nigga alive
I'm coming like whoa

Rollie on my arm it's official now
This microphone is on won't you listen now
You let my tape rock till my tape pop, like ta-dah
Must be magic, Christopher wallah Aye!
Woke from this slumber just a lil too soon
And I got wifey looking at me like babe what we gon do
Im writing two 16's a day
Told hip-hop I got you
She kissed my face told me
Don't let nothing stop you
Aye Aye
Apple of my eye
Ain't got none to hide
I can't tell no lie
She be on my side
Read my text message and she got her own reply
"Bitch who you think you f*ckin' with
You can't have my guy"
Aww got-damn got-damn
Wait
Baby's going in
And if I don't stop her now then
Baby's gon win
And she only taking necks
And she cashing all yo checks
And this bitch is going hard
And nobody understands
When baby gon put them paws on
Get them claws on
She breaking rules breaking laws now
Pull that sawed off
And its Bucka Bucka Bucka
Niggas getting hauled off
And they tryna walk it off
These bitches tippy toeing now
Walkin on them egg shells
Wave to the hoes in the motels
Ride them niggas like a coat tail
She stay pretty with the toe nails
She finna blow, I'm finna set sail
Only f*ckin with bread breakers
High stakes, betting big on me
Cuz I'm a trend setters
Oooh now
It's just me and you now
We sipping 42 you better make it two now
What the f*ck these half steppin' niggas gon do now
Y'all screwed now
Made a move on up to flat head
Talk about me like I'm past tense
Pray to God I would be dead and gone
Hard to kill him with the resurrect
Should've never let me loose right
Going against the boy is suicide
I'm shooting, I'm shooting, I'm shooting, I'm shooting, I'm shooting
I'm two-three
I'm do or die

Rollie on my arm its official now
This microphone is on wont you listen now
Rollie on my arm its official now
This microphone is on wont you listen now
Yeah I'm coming like whoa