12:45

It's just past 12:45 I'm trynna die unless I hop up into the studio and just write But that's the problem with me Sometimes I get too deep And it gets to the point where I buckle down to get by Every fucking thing that I try to do with my life I either f*ck it up or not for me, something I decide And this music thing is always calling out to my name But it's not the money, hoes, bitches, or fame It's the words, never really leaving my mind It's the lures, fishing up inside of my pond Ain't no cures, helping me get my head clear Am I sure, that nobody pumping lead here Ain't got no sad backstory I can write off of Had a gun to my head but that ain't sad nah, cuz That was flipping tree so everything about that shit's on me Even though I wanna put all the blame on L3 But that's my life, always trynna just put out the blame And even though I try to change, my personality the same As the dad that i try to get away from, the feeling isn't the same, I play dumb Lotta shit up on this paper, better say some Lotta bands I gotta get so I'ma make them I just got the Blue Yeti, last piece now I'm ready To embark upon this journey, now my palms are sweaty I been wanting to rap, ever since the fifth grade But i never knew that there was politics with the pay Because Rappers really out here, talking 'bout stupid shit Skinnyfromthe9ine is feuding 'bout who, some bitch Stop fucking 'round 'less you trynna get gruesome, grip In the hand of the man who took out Tupac and Bigg The same dude that knew, that Drake had a kid Or the same shoe, came out, without dues to slip Hands on her waist, ain't shit on my belt Tell her Ima take her home and make her pussy melt I know that she addicted, what caused that shit, my dick did I'm slick with the way that I slip into a biscuit Or some shit, I never hit with those assumptions, a muffin That's what I'm motherfuckin' McLovin The bars are heat, but so is the oven Now I'm on the beat, eatin, trust me I'm shovin Everyone in the charts down, the bars now Goin' up into my heart, in the bar shouts Wow Now I'm not a Narco but I'll scan you up like a barcode Far bro, I'm makin' hella bank like Wells Fargo Let me f*ck it, I nut quick so I'm buggin The drugs hit now I be needin' some Robitussin What's next, let's get talkin' bout what was blessed Buzz quest, trippin' up off of the love nest Mama sayin' she loves best, trauma goin' to bump chest, but let's Not focus on reality, the game in my head, mentality I'm gonna be the best but it ain't superficiality I ain't got no worry 'bout the salary, Mallary, trust, you can not waste no Calories