1-AM

1 AM and she hit my DM You already know I'm her MCM Fake ass niggas can't f*ck with them Creme de la creme Cut them at the stem Setting all the trends Checking all my friendships Now i got to dip Switching up schemes Pack for the trip Bright like a beam of light You not my type I build the hype But still cold as a motherfucking Klondike I got to grind so I'm in the stu all night Sit back while I'm grinning Cuz I'm destined for winning And my mind is spinning And this beat is chilling Shock like a stun gun Run it back like a punt Don't fucking front Cuz you built like a runt's son Had her bra undone Imma get this bread While you scramble for the breadcrumbs Only time I go dumb is when I hear the kick drums Stab you in the gums you could call me a dentist I am the master and you the apprentice I'm eating my breakfast Said I'm eating my breakfast