Five Rings Lyrics

Allergic to the hate so I need some epinephrine

See me walking move out the way I'm big stepping

30 rounds in him now we call that boy Stephen

Early funeral cracka in there with the reverend

Shaolin monks my boys cold with the weapons

They steady staying calm when it's time to get to pressing

Put it on a song so y'all folks could get the message

Me I'll never fold even if I'm getting desperate

Musashi Miyamoto when I'm hopping out the four-door

These bitches all up on me cause they tryna take a photo

Bitch I got them hobbit feet stepping like I'm Frodo

These boys act like birds I'll extinct them like the dodo

Samurai sword I'm blessed by the lord

Candy paint cover my dooly truck Ford

Do them so bad if we going to war

Them boys need a treaty they need some accords

Soldiers for pay hanging the accord

Bang on your head and they want the reward

Put enough money make sure it's secured

Kabob on a stick yeah them boys getting skewered

They wanna push my buttons Adam Sandler like remotes

Exposing the corruption is what I'm finna promote

Smoking on the best and it's clogging up my throat

Walking down the street got the strap in my coat

Allergic to the hate so I need some epinephrine

See me walking move out the way I'm big stepping

30 rounds in him now we call that boy Stephen

Early funeral cracka in there with the reverend

Shaolin monks my boys cold with the weapons

They steady staying calm when it's time to get to pressing

Put it on a song so y'all folks could get the message

Me I'll never fold even if I'm getting desperate

I'm headed to your trap for the wax and the notes

And I'm moving like I'm Pennywise imma make you float

I don't need a strap cause with this blade you can get poked

Secret compartment where the dope is getting stowed

We hacking in your bank account we breaking down that code

Busting up your face pistol whip you to the dome

God hit me up and told me that he want you home

If I'm ever moving soft bitch that ain't me that's a clone

Walked every road and I ended up in Rome

Your bitch sucked me up I was laying down in prone

These boys some little hoes why they playing on my phone

When you talking to the big dog you better watch your tone

I been balling since a jit like my name was Post Malone

Obama with the stick track you down like a drone

Hit you with the blick then the burner getting thrown

King of this shit bow down to the throne