1:20AM in The East Lyrics

If music don't work out I'm goin' back to trappin' on the block

In the stu for hours its 6:30 when I saw the clock it's

Suns out guns out never gonna stop

Every bar I write I rap my lyrics like it's all I got

Man I really do

I was talkin' to your bitch I know she feel me too

And I gotta catch 'em all she a Pikachu

Put the scope on the Mac nigga...just to peak at you

The game on the line got my take bitch it's Dame time

Fuckin' on these twins back to back at the same time

Fucked my ex twice you could say I hit the same dime

Call my phone up you get no ring it's not the same line

Yeah I'm back to rappin' in my songs like the rent's due

Devil wore a dress that's the only way to get you

Bitches overpriced you ain't Apple you ain't Macintosh

Niggas claim they rappers they ain't writin' that's a sabotage

Bought shit just to flex I don't even use my Apple Watch

Goin' SS3 got me feelin' like I'm Kakarot

Goddamn…movin' ill as fuck

See the crown this my kingdom you not Will enough

Weave that left jab counter back with the uppercut

Text that bitch phone dry as hell "Are we gon' fuck or what?"

Damn…and she let me hit

This the warmup session not no practice I ain't even lit

Saw your ops outside opened fire then proceed to miss

If I was in your shoes then I'd have to say I plead the fifth

Sometimes I be thinkin' to myself what would AZ do

Rob a nigga out in broad day call it baby food

Yeah we get it back no remorse hit your lady too

Tax a nigga heavy for the bud but I laced it too

'Fore I ask moms for a penny go a harder way

Not complainin' now 'cause we use to see them harder days

Now I really wonder if I'll make to the Father gates

Everybody movin' funny scandal like the Watergate

Scary Hours try to show 'em what the grind like

Six to 23 but I told 'em that I'm like Mike

Bitch I'm like Mike

Don't believe me check my highlights

My life be a movie I ain't talkin' 'bout a Sci-Fi

SK told me that

I'm a star I'm the hot topic

Why they only hit me when they see that Imma skyrocket

You broke trapper it's not mathin' you got light pockets

You a broke trapper it's not mathin' you got ahhhh

I been tryin' to

Get the cream get my money right

I don't want a bitch if she not about her money type

This the last laugh I refuse to live a funny life

We saw better days I thank god for the sunny light