zikki
pentagon
lyrics

Beat 1

[Verse 1: Mickey Factz]

This right here

This right here, right here, right here

It's my application

Where do I sign my name?

It's Mickey! watch this

Pentagon

Welcome to the guild it's a synagogue get involved

Journeyman with a sturdy hand when I'm pennin' bars

Dirty plan like a dirty man during intercourse

Healer to the sinners during pentecost cold

Winner in a winter with a little frost and a talk of a rented Porsche

Horsepower of a minotaur in a little car going really far

Five

Kindergarten top Colonel on a block with a pitstop

Locked in a concrete spot you cannot hurdle

Polo top hot cuz we're running from the game and the Robocops

Cuz he got a 40 block cocked for my top like I'm not fertile

Government block buying Arizona plots taking pictures

With a satellite shot

Just to crop circles in the middle of the picture making crop circles

Cinco

Ferraris with the tints

Park it by the bench in the projects

It's a project to project when I market to the Penske

Following the blimps hot

Hot air, I'm there

The Department of Defense

Pentagon

Five sides to the body if you squint real hard

Morphology to the S is the worst squint

Now you gotta quint, hmm

That's five, right?

Dark night on the Harley with a quinn

Smooth Gemini

Look even Harley got a dent two sides

Teach you how to rob, not like 50 cent

Teach you how to rob you could probably be the Grinch

Sleeping on me now you gotta get a pinch

Or you gotta get a kick till the top doesn't spin

Inception

You can call me Cobb if we friends

Leonardo got a twin

I'm a prodigy of Prince

Wreak havoc on your prodigy again

All city chess prodigy

Bobby with the pen

Five moves and you check

I got the word play locked

Doing thirty in the third lane

With a mermaid giving bird brain top

Make an earthquake stop on Thursday, bop!

Factz

Beat 2

[Intro: Sample]

(Only the same thing...

-thing...)

[Verse 2: Alfred Banks]

I'm from the city of New Orleans

Where everybody on Bourbon probably an alcoholic

With blowing weed elementary

Right off magazine

On chopper too let's mispronounce this

Cuz we all know what they call it all

Awww yeah

I'm hands free you can't touch it

Well how the hell he doing what he doing without a budget

That's what the people asking they can't picture that

Like is like Instagram;

I'll let you make your own caption

Fresh kit looking like a rapper wish list

Make you look question the bowl if you diss this

Meanwhile people asking me where my disc is

I heard yours and through your sh** just like a discus

I'm athletic your brand is pathetic

Homie you getting owned even with my bad credit

Shouts to me in the alley I'm gonna Sean Kemp that

He called me his little brother and this is the get back

Get up before you get jumped you little punk

Your new sh** I booed this

Just like a monk

From complex to revogue you know what I'm about

My name is Alfred Banks and I'm repping the South

Come on

Beat 3

[Verse 3: Zikki]

It's a wake up call for my generation

Do a lot to feed the fam without a hesitation

Contemplating grabbing nickel plate

Stick it up in people's faces

While I'm faded tell them give me all their change

I don't know how I'm gonna pay rent

Got me on it like a pirate I'm a tyrant

I've been pumping Kevin Gates

Well see the problem is I'm tired

I ain't sleeping right in days

Things are crazy in my life so I'm just crazy all the time

I probably said before tonight

I'm f**ing losing it

I got a fuse this length and nobody diffusing it

Nobody get through this sh**

Lose a limb

I'm nobody to fool with

I smoke bodies with sewage

Pressure from all the bullsh**

I don't care no more

I'm outcast

Broken without a cast

I hope it's f**ing romantic

But not really romantic

Just hopeless with high hopes

Life another planet is somewhat is eye to eye with me

But you won't understand it that sh** ain't expected

But I only give you one choice

With that you're gonna respect it

With all this f**ing pressure I still believe perspective

Directed at the moon I mean the sky is my perception

We all know life is rough so I get an erection

f** it till it comes within my reach and I caress it

Never take away the countless time that I've invested

Take it to the top or I die in that direction

Beat 4

[Verse 1: Rich Flizzy Flow]

Freaking mommy I need a diva with a body

And I need a new chick if her demeanor is sloppy

I need a freak in the lobby

I need my briefs to by Tommy

I need some brand new Giuseppe

I need my feelings are naughty

I need a two tone Porsche

I need my roof and a tuck

Wait a minute matter of what I need a proof and a truck

I need my gin in a bottle

I need my juice in a cup

When my life's too tight I need to loosen it up

I need my family supporters

I need my kids in my corner

You know that all my new sh** got the people going crazy

I need to kiss the forehead of a newborn baby

I need a lick in the back

House in the hills

Millions of dollars to pay thousands of bills

I need a big a** closet

I need a stylist for real

I need my own auto shop just to polish the wheels

Gold in my mouth

Watch on my wrist

Make these n***as sick when they watching my wrist

I need my checking my funds

I need bread and my crumbs

I believe in my biscuit

I need my eggs on the one

I'm as sick as they come

Halfway out the hood try and get in the front

I need a Bic and a blunt

(oh my God)

Beat 4

[Verse 1: Diverse Character]

Long nights fill the appetite

Stroll through the park in the afterlife

Hoping that Jesus walks in these latest flights

I'm just a young kid who never grew up flying kites

And flyer than the birds I never played with

I'm sicker than Magic Johnson when he isn't

I forgot to save me but feeling crazy just lately

Wasting all of my raps in these books of pages

They should pay me

Got bars like institutions

Got visions and resolutions

I feel the game has been polluted

I'm on the phone with Tim Allen

The home needs improvement

Birds fly me to the North

I'm searching for the love in the sport

Whole one join something led me to the court

Life's a magazine I'm just searching through the source

What's right how often questioned

It's hard to function

Pen and pad is who I fell in love with

Make no a**umptions

I'm from a place, they tell you run it

Or like a car you get jumped quick

They be on some dumb sh**

Lord save my soul, n***as on my heels

They fake Gucci so it's hard to tell what's real

They feel as though they medicine

That's why they popping pills

Demons in [?] often give me chills

Ain't no discussion

Chicken's run when they dumpin'

I freed the underground like I'm Tubman

That's why rappers in the game they so often love me

They all slaves with famous names

A better chain doesn't earn the bank

Yeah

I said, they all slaves and famous names