3am in Cleveland

Yeah Yeah Right I done really put my all in this shit I done had nights where I'm calling it quits I done had thoughts that's my pride won't admit But it really ain't no use in me hiding the shit God be guiding this ship I just push the gas Tryna juggle both rap and class Life be moving fast 2 semesters so I push it out If up to me I woulda stopped it now I woulda dropped it out But maybe all this shit was meant to be Saw things in college I was meant to see Plus I done went for free Prolly never use my own degree Think this music shit gone be the key To really set me free I need to be The greatest from my home town I need my teachers saying damn he really on now I need my exes double texting on my phone now Talking and saying how they wish I wasn't gone now And lately I'm having trouble putting my phone down Social media really taking a toll now If I ain't rap I'd prolly never use it But I can't just lose it need these apps for the music And I'd knew It do it back nobody that I known had knew it And everyday I'm still improving And everybody next to me promise they want the best for me Put the standards high my believers asking what's next for me My reply is inclined to just keep on going successfully Pursuing this greatness and longevity When I was child my father told me this life is just what you let it be And I control every moment ahead me I'm especially Haters most hated And a college campus favorite They tell me my that my music sound like I already made it But I know I ain't make it and I'm not afraid to say it In these ups trailers putting every check in savings Waiting for the right amount so my image can get the clout So my momma can get the house And I'll finally take her out And father can quit these jobs Cause I know that he working two 9-5 pay for bills He scraping money for food Man I just want my nigga w palm trees in his view Sand stones in his shoe And random flights for 2 With step mom Man they deserve that Everything they sacrificed I swear they worth that Don't want my mother ever asking where he purse at Because her son is now one that nigga own rap Me jah the only niggas who really know that We up now and this year well prolly show that I know that And ever since a nigga started rapping All these woman tell me that I'm more attractive The Ones who had ignored me are certainly more reactive They asking me bout my status and use my lyrics for captions How this happen over night though? What a life though I used to drunk text and lie saying they typos Now I my text with no insurance word to gieco And they be down just off the fact I far I might go Back with this shit You attached cause he hit Got me last on the list Why you think I ain't know? Seen what you on You gone wait till he gone While I'm stuck all alone I know how that shit go Conversations when I hit yo phone line Ima cut you off that way we both fine Man I hate that You so passsive With yo actions Lead me on But then you actin Like it ain't happen