2am on Thursday

Look me in my eyes Even tho I know u bout to Go n tell me lies Use to the pain I dont feel the need to cry Empty all the bottles Cuz I bottle it inside Had to switch to liquor I was drinking too much sprite If u knew my story Wouldn't have to wonder why Keep thinking shit a game Niggas really died Im tryna live life Man u tryna live a lie Im running from the fire And u tryna burn alive See ya true colors Like u washing out the dye Knew that I could do it All I had to do was try Niggas acting hard Put u down to feel fly Think u over me Shit I wrote this ina sky Sippin on this cha While im relaxing Finna take action Man these really nigga taxin Taking never asking So ya team never lackin Was trappin out abandons Now we trappin out the mansions But we dont own em tho We gon be owners bro I help u plant ya seed So u could have ya own to grow Never still I keep it moving Like a mobile home Tapped in like the feds On ya mobile phone Shit changing on the road But I stayed me Doin better Hands and feet done by mayling Locked in & made the flow To make ya bae sing & now the fans out in africa & beijing