Bro, I'm five minutes away.

[Intro - spoken] ; Yo. ; You outside? ; Yeah, right. ; Ngga, you ain't even put your shoes on yet. ; I already know the drill. ; Listen.

[Verse 1 - gritty slow flow] Text came through like "Bro, I'm near" Same damn message every fucking year I put the kettle on, made some tea Finished two cups, ngga, still no "me" Checked my watch, checked my phone Bro still at home in his fucking cologne Said "One minute," cool, alright Sun went down, ngga, now it's night You sent a pin, you sent a map You ain't even left your fucking flat! I'm sitting here rolling up a blunt Waiting on a ngga who ain't even front Five minutes turn to five hours You still in the shower, ngga, losing power I should've known better, same old song Tical sitting here all alone, ngga, wrong

[Chorus - hard hitting hook] Five minutes, ngga, that's what everybody say Five minutes, ngga, bro still miles away Almost there, just one sec GPS says that's a fucking stretch Five minutes, ngga, that's what everybody say Five minutes, ngga, bro still miles away Almost there, just one sec GPS says that's a fucking stretch. (TICAL!)

[Verse 2 - faster aggressive flow] Engine cold, shoes untied Still deciding what the fuck to drive Looking for your favorite cap Meanwhile I'm in the crib taking a fucking nap Coffee finished, beat got made Mixed the whole track while you fucking delayed Posted clips, replied to chat Still ain't heard your "Where you at" You called me up sounding all stressed Like "Bro, I'm literally turning now," I'm unimpressed Ngga, you lying through your fucking teeth You still in the bed underneath the sheets I made a beat, cooked a meal, took a shit Read a magazine, ngga, while you throwing a fit About what to wear, what car to take I'm in the studio eating steak, ngga, for goodness sake

[Bridge - spoken word over beat] ; Yeah, ngga. No rush. ; Take your time. ; I'll probably finish album five by the time you arrive. ; Do you, ngga. I'll be here. ; Sparking up another one. Listen.

[Verse 3 - laid back flow] Yo, I done washed the dishes, wiped the counter clean Watched a full documentary on the TV screen Organized my vinyl, alphabetized the crate You still texting "leaving now," ngga, you fake I ain't even mad no more, I'm just amused Watching you make excuses, ngga, getting bruised By your own procrastination, that's a fact Saying five minutes when you know you ain't coming back Next time just tell the truth, ngga, be a man Say "I haven't left my bed," I'd understand But you keep playing this game, same old script Five minutes means never, ngga, that's the tip

[Final Chorus - hard hitting hook] Five minutes, ngga, history repeats again Five minutes, ngga, you ain't even my friend Next time just tell the truth, ngga, be a man Say "I haven't left my bed," I'd understand Five minutes, ngga, history repeats again Five minutes, ngga, you ain't even my friend Next time just tell the truth, ngga, be a man Say "I haven't left my bed," I'd understand. (TICAL!)

[Outro - spoken] ; Yeah, ngga. Tical. ; Five minutes means never, ngga. ; Next time just say you still in bed. ; I ain't waiting no more, ngga. ; I'm out. Peace.