2AM in New York
Yeah
All you self-promoters are janky
We established like the Yankees
New Pateks are never the best timers
Side girl send me her addy so I can find her
Dropping heat no Ryu Cause I'm a street fighter
Talking over, talk it over
Dirty bitches downing the Henny like is you sober
Fuck a 2-3 I’m an 06, dropped the shoulder
Saint Nick check my wrist, I'm North Pole Colder
Last year I was heavy minded
Asking therapist what's wrong but could never find it
Free world living but I’m binded
Is there really more then just money and fame
People screaming your name
Singing my lyrics in vain
Or media speaking about how I'm turning insane ?
Hearts breaks, what you thank? We all knew this
Weed obsessed, failing test we all knew this
Young buck, trap beats writing lyrics
Singing my verses in songs so the world can hear it
Open-minded but never control my dreams
Late night thinking, the team sipping lean
Upset stomachs and  drunk punches
My writin's come from my core
Like 20 crunches
Lights, camera, action
No singing but Its a thriller like Michael Jackson
Guns tucked, waist up I'm never lackin
Big racks but owed money are always forgetful subtractins
Subside, where your reside, no lucky 7
Drive by, I fly high, see you in heaven
Hard funeral I've been through it
Cops shot the kid We all knew it
Freshmen 15, fat blunts weed spillin
Damn, is this the world we live in?
E90, bimmer try me, what I'm whippin
New kid at the school stressing his mom for cool clothes
But his biggest worry, will he ever fit in?
Mom checks balance, waiting on the rent to be due
Late night drinking and she always venting to you
College drinker, studying, thinking and Corona drinking
Hated major, emotions sinking