2:00 AM

2 am chats with my dad Told me the music ain’t bad And that the videos is good I’ll prolly lift up the hood Tribal tensions intense Read the Bible make cents Give Caesar what’s due Split profits with the whole crew A baddie mizing the texts Coz I confuse love with sex I know she know I’m up next So now she grabbing the check I ain’t been broke in a while Brought being broken in style We all know bitches is vile But I’m a dude I got files Pay me back I’m tryna put this US into use Same circle since the start but the angles obtuse Ain’t no advantage when we serving so I throw em the deuce But the bars stay behind us like the killers is loose Birds of a feather flock for vodka but she killing a goose And she a real one she never dash the whiskey with juice I see a shot I take a shot i ain’t been stuck in no loop I ain’t never been chicken So now I need me a coupe Need me a couple more euros I need a couple more bonds I’m outchea painting a mural You tryna fish in a pond I know the feeling ain’t mutual All your investments is odd I’m tryna make so much money coz I know owe God And on God, I been working I ain’t taking no breaks Take no advice from the fakes And let em smile in my face Coz half the burg wish you good The other half wish they could But in the end the ones who get you know you misunderstood These days I only write these raps when I’m telling the truth See I only care about a plaque if it’s stuck to a tooth I only care about my soul when I’m wearing these shoes Walk a mile in these forces you wouldn’t make half the moves Kamz got me stuck in the booth And I ain’t mad that’s my brother I mean the Casio is proof I know that Brenda my mother I know the squad got my back I know that T Mak is crack I know the Cottage is safe Now we just need us a safe Being broke’s in the way Can’t be in the same place I’m outchea running my race Don’t spend no money on chaser And if I smuck I’mma chase her If I lose her I replace her Iss just the way the game go This Ali versus Fraser And on God I’m tryna tell you I’m a bahd mahn I need a baddie baby wagwan? How many bodies? More than Saigon But I ain’t far gone