IN THE P.M. Lyrics

I'm just a dirty ghetto kid coming out of the sticks

I gotta pocket full of gold even though that it's ripped and

Everytime I leave the house I pray I Don't get chipped

It's alright (alright) alright alright

I don't need a record deal to tell me how I feel

I wear my heart up on my sleeve just to show that's it real

Im praying that today somebody gon keep it concealed

We alright (alright) alright alright

From the AM to the PM

wake up everyday like it's my last so I needa seize it like carpe diem

I just had a dream that I was packing arenas and coliseums

Till I woke up and my homies phoned me where to meet em

Go grab ya dollas

From out the closet or ya mamas purse

I know Gotta hit the 711 fore we get to work

Me and my dawgs came up outta that dirt

Todays anotha step to break that generational curse

Now we on route going down route 1

Reminiscing onto the days from when I begun

But fuck that We gon stock up on yo favorite snack

And yea I be that dgk I gotta sneak one in my bag

And now it's back to the basics to reality i face it I'm neck in neck with Father Time no marathon we foot racing

Who knew that life could be a walking lick

If I lose myself ima sing this and won't forget I'm just a

Dirty ghetto kid coming out of the sticks

I gotta pocket full of gold even though that it's ripped and

Everytime I leave the house I pray I Don't get chipped

It's alright (alright) alright alright

I don't need a record deal to tell me how I feel

I wear my heart up on my sleeve just to show that's it real

Im praying that today somebody gon keep it concealed

We alright (alright) alright alright

All of my homies that know me know that i keep it going

Going with the flow Shit you already know

I Spit shit with venom

if i got you ima get em

Rapping on instrumentals

Bout shit found in fiction

Then I started talking wit dis one shawty

From round the way

She felt that she been knew me but we met each other yesterday

Fuckin wit me heavy she expressed that she been so depressed

Asking could you write me sum to relieve what I repressed I said

This gotta be the realest shit I ever wrote

Late night drives and clear skies just to cope

Baby don't you ever think that what we got is accidental

Constantly at war with ya self be fucking up ya mental

I'll be there when you need me

Cut the power lock ya door turn off the tv

Close the curtains so your neighbors aren't peaking

Make em turn to Stevie let em wonder who be having you in and out of your feelings

Know you in need of some healing

U ain't gotta live like that

I could steal you for a day to show you where u fit in at

I was once a non believer

You can choose to believe it

Rest ya hands inside of mine so both of us can run it back

You don't Gotta do this shit alone

Matter fact go ahead and save my number in your phone uh

If you ever need me to come and hold you close

I'll be on the way baby you just let me know