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[verse 1: styles p]
this is for the n-gg- that decided to move weight
got knocked, now he rhyming on the gate
sh-t, you know the slum of snitches hung up decided the n-gg-‘s fate
[?]
he a 5 star general, salute him
cops wanna lock him up, n-gg-s wanna shoot him
if you on his block, then he think you intruding
knife fight, gun fight, f-ck it, he a hoodlum
you don’t think he do it, then i bet you he gon’ prove it
gun, he gon’ shoot it
c-ke, he gon’ move it
f-ck with his man or his fam, he gon’ lose it
sitting in his whip, lighting cheese, just knocking his own music
you know the game, if you got a little ghetto in you
tryna get cash, and them n-gg-s’ll put the metal in you
sh-t
you could say i’m befriending you
tryna give you the scoop on the 5 star general

[hook: styles p]
1 star
2 star
3 star
4 star
5 star general
5 star general
go hard
grind hard
born hard
bred hard
5 star general
5 star general

[verse 2: styles p]
he be in the slums, toting on the guns
him and his man talk about a 10 year run
he been in fist fights, knife fights, and gun fights
n-gg-s in the hood know the n-gg- to get his 1’s right
he go to jail, don’t rat, hold his tongue tight
he get jumped, stand tall, throw his [?]
come back, one deep, book bag with 6 heaters
5 star general, salute him tall
he got too much beef, so his roof ain’t off
but he always in the car with the stash box
half legal money, other half from the crack spot
if he ain’t dolo, then he chill with the have-not
strange
none of them is in the range, but none of them is a bad shot
come from a block where it’s mad hot, mad cops
shoot your whole team, and the coach, and the mascot
smack you with a sock and a padlock, n-gg-

[hook: styles p]
1 star
2 star
3 star
4 star
5 star general
5 star general
go hard
grind hard
born hard
bred hard
5 star general
5 star general

[verse 3: styles p]
who wanna come f-ck with the general?
bullets up the middle, knock ’em out the box just like the center do
you won’t even talk in your interview
i’m ‘a knock your teeth out your mouth when you interview
i don’t like your alb-m, not even the interludes
good credit, hood credit, n-gg-, i been approved
beat you with the chain off your bike or the inner tube
sh-t
or it might be the handle, n-gg-
what you could handle, n-gg-
move, or make the news
probably every channel, n-gg-
we could go to war today
got the emily rose, [?] swing your head around all the way
h-ll no, it ain’t a exorcism
put his face on the floor
if he get lonely, then his chest get with him
i’m a 5 star
at least he could say the best just did him
’cause n-gg-s know i’m live and i die hard
a1 criminal
general
count all 5 stars

[hook: styles p]
1 star
2 star
3 star
4 star
5 star general
5 star general
go hard
grind hard
born hard
bred hard
5 star general
5 star general

- styles p

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