2am Lyrics

I'm thinkin' bout you

It's two a.m. again

But I wanna try again

Losin' my mind again

Wastin' my time again

Tryna make you mine again

But you only play pretend

Draco automatic, ride around with menace

In and out like tennis, smokin' on your ashes

I can never rat on my brother, I owe him too much

Never tell on my family, I owe em a buck

But I know I'm blessed, I was born with a lot, yeah

Got it jumpin like a moshpit

When I clutch my rocket

Keep it in my pocket

I can never lack again, cause I don't know who my opp is

But I be outside

Two a.m

In my city, Yea I'm clutchin on this pole again

Paranoid I'm ridin' with a choppa, I'm goin' spin your mans

Baby, I'ma fly you out now, come on and cancel all your plans

Baby mama ridin in that stolo, when she count my bands

Uh, I've been crossed up many times, I don't keep a friend

I don't judge nobody, but now Imma see you through all these colored lens

Baby, come on, make a movie with me, you know I got the cam

Baby, you know I'm the man

It is what it is

I ain't trippin' bout no bitch, I put it on my mama

Shorty tell me, how can I trust you when you got no father

Heard about you workin' with the feds, telling on your brother

I can't let it slide

I don't gang bang, but I'm solid like the number nine

I stay loyal for my brothers, fuck it, I'll do the time

I been peepin' you for a while, I'm tryna make you mine

Tryna make you mine

I been manifestin, bout the drug and money

Imma own a building high up, worth a couple million

Tryna be like Ye and Jay-Z, brothers making billions

I keep on tellin' me I just needed time

If I put a ring on your finger, tell me is you gon' ride

If I'm dyin' on the floor, tell me is you gon' catch my fire

If I end up in a coffin, will you say goodbyes

Two a.m

In my city, Yea I'm clutchin on this pole again

Paranoid I'm ridin' with a choppa, I'm goin' spin your mans

Baby, I'ma fly you out now, come on and cancel all your plans

Baby mama ridin in that stolo, when she count my bands

Uh, I've been crossed up many times, I don't keep a friend

I don't judge nobody

But now Imma see you through all these colored lens

Baby, come on, make a movie with me, you know I got the cam

Baby, you know I'm the man

It is what it is

I ain't trippin' bout no bitch, I put it on my mama

Shorty tell me, how can I trust you when you got no father